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letra de ridiculous - shy glizzy & no savage

[intro]
([?])
(b-b-bankroll got it)

[chorus: shy glizzy]
if it ain’t bout gg, b-tch, say i don’t know
when it come to that dc sh-t, lil’ b-tch i’m the goat
had to hit lil’ joe, yeah, just like a foe
all i know if them hittas pulled up, it was murder she wrote
i’m in the trenches with all of the k!llers
and i’m in the trap with the dealers
i’m in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas
i got a glimpse of the mirrors, i had to go get it, my finger be itchin’
i cannot f-ck with these n-ggas because they be b-tchin’, that sh-t is ridiculous

[verse 1: shy glizzy]
b-tch, we walk up in a party
put your hands up it’s a robbery
i got some n-ggas that strip you, the very next day, they be rockin’ your cartis
my new b-tch look like a barbie
i gave her d-ck then she brought me some money
my n-ggas they ridin’ regardless, f-ck your lil’ gang, b-tch, i got me a army
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, i done got me some racks
say that’s his b-tch but i know she a thot
[?] catchin’ these packs
he like ot, everything you not
you play with glizzy, you gettin’ shot
i got some k!llers, they hit your block
come here lil’ mami, give me some top
he ain’t got money, i got a lot
all outside, they love a n-gga hood
i’m f-ckin’ with ’em, they show me love
gun on my hip, b-tch got the slugs
my cousin ain’t crip but i got him cuz, ayy
b-tch, i’m really, really rich
i ain’t gon’ never stop poppin’ my sh-t
check out my wrist, check out my drip
these n-ggas know they been on my d-ck, ayy
[chorus: shy glizzy & no savage]
if it ain’t bout gg, b-tch, say i don’t know
when it come to that dc sh-t, lil’ b-tch i’m the goat
had to hit lil’ joe, yeah, just like a foe
all i know if them hittas pulled up, it was murder she wrote
i’m in the trenches with all of the k!llers
and i’m in the trap with the dealers
i’m in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas (uh, jefe)
i got a glimpse of the mirrors, i had to go get it, my finger be itchin’ (mob, ayy, mob, mob)
i cannot f-ck with these n-ggas because they be b-tchin’, that sh-t is ridiculous (hey, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

[verse 2: no savage]
left out the trap, flew straight to atlanta (left out the trap)
i had to go handle some bidness, uh (handlin’ bidness)
he let her gas ’em, i got ’em [?], get right back to servin’ the city, uh (right back to serving ’em, no)
jefe know wopo been blowin’ the glock (jefe)
still in the mix but i’m playin’ my part (boom)
think ’cause he shot a n-gga, he got hot (boom-boom)
i’m still hoppin’ out on n-ggas block (grrr)
keep on comin’, i’ma break your bank (b-tch)
they never did sh-t a n-gga can’t (nah)
n-ggas be out of pocket, they be lame (uh)
higher sh-t and flyer than a plane (higher sh-t)
buss rollies, n-ggas do the same (buss watch)
spin his corner, get out, let it bang (grrr)
i’m a k!ller i’m up in his name (grrr)
i’ma come put it on ’em in a rain (grrr)
somehow i k!lled the b-tch ’cause she od’d (b-tch)
i threw the [?] back up in that ten (bah)
you don’t know me, i murder n-ggas, man (murder)
he with a whip and got hit in his chest (p-ssy)
uh (b-tch), uh, uh
shootin’ that glock, better don’t get jump (better don’t get jump)
beam on the jefe, can’t miss no one (can’t miss no one)
roll me a wood, geekin’ to smoke one (p-ssy)
[chorus: shy glizzy]
if it ain’t bout gg, b-tch, say i don’t know
when it come to that dc sh-t, lil’ b-tch i’m the goat
had to hit lil’ joe, yeah, just like a foe
all i know if them hittas pulled up, it was murder she wrote
i’m in the trenches with all of the k!llers
and i’m in the trap with the dealers
i’m in the jungle with all of the snakes, the lions, the bears, gorillas
i got a glimpse of the mirrors, i had to go get it, my finger be itchin’
i cannot f-ck with these n-ggas because they be b-tchin’, that sh-t is ridiculous

- shy glizzy no savage

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