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Young Dolph & Key Glock – Pot Of Gold Lyrics

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[Intro: Key Glock]

(Cheeze)

(Yo Mannie)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Chorus: Key Glock]

One thing I never needed was a ho (No)

And another thing, I never told on not a soul (No)

Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain’t my bro (No)

I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (Racks)

I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (Yeah)

I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (Yeah)

I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (Yeah)

Diamonds like a rainbow, I’m a walking pot of gold, woah

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

Uh huh

Here we go, here we go, herе we go (Yeah, yeah)

Hе a clown, he just wanna put on a show (Yeah, yeah)

See what he been thinking, leave his brains all on the floor (Yeah, yeah)

This shit I been drinking, mane, I pour it by the four (Yeah, yeah)

When they least expect it when you kick in a door

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Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat

In the back of the double R truck smoking, riding through the snow

If you ever crossed me before, I’m putting your ass in that scope (Baow)

Had to change my surroundings, it gave me a fucked up mentality (Damn)

My spot in the hood a multi-million dollar establishment (They love me)

Come down Elvis Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (Where you from?)

From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy

[Chorus: Key Glock]

One thing I never needed was a ho (No)

And another thing, I never told on not a soul (No)

Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain’t my bro (No)


I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (Racks)

I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (Yeah)

I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (Yeah)

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I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (Yeah)

Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I’m a walking pot of gold, woah

[Verse 2: Key Glock]

Ayy, it’s fuck you and whoever else hating (Motherfucker)

I took a look in the mirror, said boy you major (Yeah, yeah)

Just told myself that it is never too much paper

I got like fifty bitches, none of ’em getting saved

I started on the block now I’m up on the stage (Yeah, yeah)

Either way it go, I don’t give a fuck, I’ma get paid (Yeah, yeah)

Been fighting demons lately, just poured another eight, ayy

Go ask the opps, know how I rock, yeah, Glock don’t play (Yeah, yeah)

My youngins clapped ’em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye

My heart is cold, got codeine all up in my Faygo, woah

Killers on standby, they gon’ do what I say so

Don’t confuse me with these niggas, you know that

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[Chorus: Key Glock]

One thing I never needed was a ho (No)

And another thing, I never told on not a soul (No)

Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain’t my bro (No)

I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (Racks)

I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (Yeah)

I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (Yeah)

I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (Yeah)

Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I’m a walking pot of gold, woah


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