CHERRY ON TOP Lyrics by Key Glock
Get the bag, King Wonka
Pass me that cup, nigga
I’m goin’ up, nigga
I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga
Got Gen 5s on us, nigga
In Glock we trust, nigga
I ain’t gon’ lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga
Don’t play, this shit’ll get scary
‘Bout to buy an iced-out machete
My heart cold, Ben & Jerry’s
New Chrome Heart loafers like Sperry’s
You know the name, I air it (Glizock)
These niggas must want to get buried
Lil’ mama, she thick, she jelly
She hop right on top, cherry
Bro caught a body on Sunday
My YNs slide like a lunch tray
New chain dance like Beyoncé
Got my new bun Chrome Heart 1s
Fresh like I just hit the runway
Glizock put this together
Don’t care ’bout hoes, got several
Walk in Magic and change up the weather
Walk in Booby and change up the weather
Walk in Taboo and change up the weather
Walk in 29, change up the weather
I told fire men, “It’s now or never.”
What’s his name? Certified stepper
Don’t play that shit
Go to sleep, wake up with it
I pop my shit with confidence
Pass me that cup
I’m goin’ up
I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga
Gen 5s on us, nigga
In Glock we trust, nigga
I ain’t gon’ lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga
Pass me that cup, nigga
I’m goin’ up, nigga
I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga
Got Gen 5s on us, nigga
In Glock we trust, nigga
I ain’t gon’ lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga
Don’t play, this shit’ll get scary
‘Bout to buy an iced-out machete
My heart cold, Ben & Jerry’s
New Chrome Heart loafers like Sperry’s
You know the name, I air it (Glizock)
These niggas must want to get buried
Lil’ mama, she thick, she jelly
She hop right on top, cherry
She a ten, stallion
From the bizack, I be wildin’
No ho in my blood, can’t find it
But you might find blood in these diamonds
I’m him, Your Highness
A.K.A. “South Memphis’ Finest”
Broke her heart, now she callin’ me private
What’s wrong with this bitch?
Aye, pass me that cup, nigga
I’m goin’ up, nigga
I just turned a married housewife into a slut, nigga
Got Gen 5s on us, nigga
In Glock we trust, nigga
I ain’t gon’ lie, I been broke before, but never been a fuck nigga
Don’t play, this shit’ll get scary
Bouta buy an iced-out machete
My heart cold, Ben & Jerry’s
New Chrome Heart loafers like Sperry’s
You know the name, I air it (Glizock)
These niggas must want to get buried
Lil’ mama, she thick, she jelly
She hop right on top, cherry
Yeah
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