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letra de glizzy - quin nfn & lil 2z

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[chorus: lil 2z]
we grew up ’round glizzy’s, fn’s, 57’s and rugers (huh)
drizzy’s, blackouts, taxin’ many uzi’s (huh, okay)
i could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (hahaha)
the only reason them other n-ggas ain’t die, ’cause they ain’t poppin’ out (real p-ssy)
we grew up ’round glizzy’s, fn’s, 57’s and rugers (huh)
drizzy’s, blackouts, taxin’ many uzi’s (huh, okay)
i could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (okay)
the only reason them other n-ggas ain’t die, ’cause they ain’t poppin’ out

[verse 1: lil 2z]
these n-ggas ain’t poppin’ out, they on instagram makin’ trillers (hahaha)
n-ggas ain’t never sent a shot, but on instagram they are k!ller (what the f-ck)
n-ggas be hidin’ behind a fat b-tch, they should’ve died when it hit her (hahaha)
put two holes in one of you n-ggas, leave a n-gga lookin’ like scissors (bow, bow, bow)
this sh-t like legos, we knock blocks off and then we skrrt off
can’t find ’em, f-ck it, where is his grandma, gon’ pop a skirt off (bow, bow)
grew up ’round glizzy’s, not no hot dogs, they grill your top off (hahaha)
i catch a insta’ n-gga in real life, i make him log off
[chorus: lil 2z]
we grew up ’round glizzy’s, fn’s, 57’s and rugers (huh)
drizzy’s, blackouts, taxin’ many uzi’s (huh, okay)
i could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out (hahaha)
the only reason them other n-ggas ain’t die, ’cause they ain’t poppin’ out

[verse 2: quin nfn]
we got draco’s, we got glizzy’s with switches to give him h-ll (bow, bow, bow, bow)
she won’t f-ck you, ’cause yo’ patna and patna gon’ kiss and tell
this macaronni hit his noodle, know my shooter give him sh-lls
make a diss me in your bushes with this sh-t like [?], n-gga (b-tch)
low-key, i’m big worm, ’cause i pull up ’bout a zipper two (yah)
bougie hoe, i bought her [?], for her new tened shoes
you’s a b-tch for batin’, bring my rod, i’m tryna fish with you (let’s go fishin’)
i’ve been set on lowes for hours, sour smell like pickle juice (yah)

[chorus: lil 2z]
we grew up ’round glizzy’s, fn’s, 57’s and rugers (huh)
drizzy’s, blackouts, taxin’ many uzi’s (huh)
i could see everything he ate today, they left him with his stomach out
the only reason them other n-ggas ain’t die, ’cause they ain’t poppin’ out

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