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Sett – GLock on SeTT (feat. Key Glock) [ Lyrics ] Letra Sett Sett – GLock on SeTT (feat. Key Glock) [ Lyrics Letra]
Sett – GLock on SeTT (feat. Key Glock)
Intro
(Get the bag, King Wonka)

Verse 1: Key Glock
Yeah (Yeah), yeah, it’s Glock and Sett (Yeah)
Take it off my hip and aim it at your neck
I wake up in the morning, go and get me a check
I ain’t savin’ no bitch, ain’t no S on my chest
Dog-ass nigga ridin’ in a T-Rex
I ain’t gettin’ no sleep, tryna put shit to rest
I’m rich and still’ll hit a lick myself
Verse 2: Sett
You know it’s a ? and a Glock on set
We crank up ?, nigga, and TRX
We hit a nigga’s block, you know what happen next
Got a cheat code, nigga, my ? triple threat
We sic hoes up on a nigga, give him neck
I’m a longterm nigga, this P in my skin (Longterm nigga)
Keepin’ it gangster, know how to blend in
(Keepin’ it gangster, know how to blend in)

Verse 3: Key Glock
Yeah, cutthroat the set, I ain’t got no friends
I’m ridin’ in a Lam’, but my wrist cost a Benz
Ayy, 7.62s for you and your mans
You play, you get popped like a Percocet-10
Ayy, I hit his bitch and got lost in the wind
Lil’ bruh caught a body, tryna do it again
Gen5 on my hip, yeah, you know that’s my twin
My pockets on Khaled, all I know is win

Verse 4: Sett
? tell him cut us in
My pockets be stuffed, loaded ?
We takin’ these drugs, we ain’t turnin’ shit in
I’m knockin’ on her, T mackin’ her friend
We spinnin’ niggas’ blocks with missiles, spin again
3 ? gun and it’s metal
Back then, bop a nigga for Berettas
? killers, this shit get no better
Hawk Down Gang, we know we gon’ kill you
1523, I’ma die ‘bout them letters, on members
Verse 5: Key Glock
Look at my chain, quarter mil’ for them letters
Bitch say I’m handsome, don’t know I’m the devil
Shout out my opps ‘cause they not on my level
Money on my mind and all on my schedule
Turn dirt to diamonds, just look at the bezel
Granny told me stay away from them heifers
This bitch Vanessa was a finesser, she’ll suck the soul up out your life
Fell asleep with a chopper by the dresser, yeah, that’s like every night
Never did crack, can’t leave my pipe
Niggas rappin’ ‘bout a whole ‘nother nigga life
They’ll get you gone if the price is right
I mean everything I rap, aight?

Verse 6: Sett
Hell nah, I don’t work for the morgue
I’ll put you in the dirt, my chopper a shovel
You the type spin with a new nigga
I’m the type of nigga still spin with my brother
Aw yeah, nigga, my switch my twin
Make it rattle to the opps, tap it, it stutter (Nigga stutter like me)
She ain’t ? for the fame, she don’t get no chain, a dime, I can’t trust her
Run with the hustlers, boppa bop your mama
Spin, he don’t die, hope he stuck in a coma
Forever blitz shit, never miss
Six-two hit a nigga ass, make him turnover and fumble
Outro: Sett
Fuck nigga
They know how we comin’, nigga
We got that Glock on set, nigga
Like on set wherever we at, live action
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KB, S.O. – Talk to Me Nice ( Lyrics ) Letra KB KB, S.O. – Talk to Me Nice ( Lyrics Letra)

Onward Christian soldiers
Marching as to war
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before

Okay what’s that (Talk to me nice)
Cross is on my back
And we got the W2 I paid the tax
Fillin’ the spirit of God is bigger than internet raps
Winning these cats and sending them back
Can’t rid of ‘em
But its no feelin’ that’s iller than that

Ain’t no plaques (Ain’t no plaques)
It’s just facts
On the kid (Kids)
You given praise to the universe
And the universe
Look at you like chill
You given praise to the universe
And the universe ain’t got no will
You given praise to the universe
And the universe given praise to Him

I said what I said
And I did what I did
You weren’t aware
But I’m in the field
I make believers but this ain’t pretend
Man want the dirt on me
I give you the shovel to dig
You tell young man to drill
But I’m who they call when the bro get peeled

This deep, til man 6 feet
No CDC
I learned what hell meant, got CTE
No man could defeat me
Only one king not a crown up in D.C
Angels invested in me like a VC
Take it easy
Better talk to me nice

Born of a God and the kids never die
We gon’ rule the world, boy

Talk to me nice
Woah, talk to me nice
Hey, talk to me nice
I don’t fear nobody
Know the body always dies
You gon’ have to answer for it
Talk to me nice
Seated with the risen Lord
How you like me now
I got God on the line boy
Talk to me nice

Talk nice not
I don’t wanna hear no talk ‘bout ratchets
This one verse might cause some static
Look at my fit like John the Baptist
3 for 3 one hatrick
Doing my ting and snapping
They wanna call it madness
Me imma say its practice
Never evasive
Rise to every occasion
We’re not very abrasive
Me and KB, James and John
Nah Joshua Caleb
Very adjacent
Been doing this for way too long
I know that life is a vapor
You keep telling me you love God
But you’re not even loving your neighbor
Bread and wine I’m eating that sacred stuff
Stay in the word so much my fingers get hurt
I love how the paper cuts
Never goin’ make this up huh
Ask Wang Yi man never goin’ shake us up
Me and G in the Saviour’s shadow
What nothing on earth goin’ break us up
The youngins are reckless
That’s why I pray I don’t fumble the message huh
Deep in South I’m coming with lessons
Rabbi S.O. what is expected
I come with a blessing
The One who carried the cross
Ain’t talking a necklace
The Son is coming to get us
So

Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice

I don’t fear nobody no
No the body always dies
You gonna have to answer for it
Talk to me nice
Seated with the risen Lord
How you like me now
I got God on the line, boy

Talk to me nice
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