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SK Glock - Misleading Lyrics



SK Glock - Misleading Lyrics




You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it
You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it

Nigga don't even mean it
I just fed yo bitch some Dick Fil A she always fiendin
Now I got that nigga sick, he in the corner grieving
He don't wanna go out no more, that nigga in bereavement
You can have her on the weekdays, she mine on the weekend
Friday, Saturday, Sunday nigga she be out here tweakin
First time I whipped that Hellcat turned me to a demon
If he thinking that he king he Martin Luther dreamin
They scheming, I said
Nobody colder than SK
Not on they best day
Cold day in hell, snow on the next day
If a nigga lie, say they the next great
Sped to the top it won't even my best race
I got the top now shorty need neck brace
I hit it doggy I rather see less face
I cut her off I did it the best way
Dug in her guts don't respond on the next day

You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it
You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it
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You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it
You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it

Nigga don't even mean it
I just fed yo bitch some Dick Fil A she always fiendin
Now I got that nigga sick, he in the corner grieving
He don't wanna go out no more, that nigga in bereavement
You can have her on the weekdays, she mine on the weekend
Friday, Saturday, Sunday nigga she be out here tweakin
First time I whipped that Hellcat turned me to a demon
If he thinking that he king he Martin Luther dreamin
They scheming, I said
Nobody colder than SK
Not on they best day
Cold day in hell, snow on the next day
If a nigga lie, say they the next great
Sped to the top it won't even my best race
I got the top now shorty need neck brace
I hit it doggy I rather see less face
I cut her off I did it the best way
Dug in her guts don't respond on the next day

You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it
You don't run the city
Boy that statement is misleading
I was just out in Houston shopping
I met Meek brother in Neimans
Aint no cappin in my rappin had the vision and he seen it
You can't claim that you that nigga when we know that you don't mean it
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Writer: Gregory Green
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Performed By: SK Glock
Language: English
Length: 1:48
Written by: Gregory Green

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