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letra de ain't no way around it - shy glizzy

fire! glizzy gang gang

look here m-th-f-cker. sorry ray charles
i never gave ah f-ck so why my d-ck hard
no gatorade break i’mma ball till i fall
he so f-cking ill dawg give that boy a tylenol
bad chocolate ho, i just call her tootsie roll
we on every corner in my hood like a liquor store
n-gg-s talk that street sh-t, i ‘ont know if they faking doe
naa i ain’t hating doe, i’m going in p-ssy hole
this youngin 100 y’all 99, warren sapp
tony montana, glizzy gang we on crack, we on crack, we on crack
yeah i said we on crack. ever since i had flow i cut these n-gg-s no slack
glizzy b-tch and that stand for glock. first hunnit thousand i might just shop
buy a couple louie’s and a big stone watch
half of my life i was out sellin rocks
i swear to god i hate the cops. did donuts when a n-gg- got popped, now they wanna keep on riding thru the block
and dis n-gg- here since 2pac
i be up all night like a vampire
jim carry rap n-gg-, f-ckin liar liar
i stay flyer and i stay higher. i let your girl suck me up call it pacifier
glizzy don’t drink but glizzy like to smoke, and sh-t so f-cked up i’m robbing n-gg-s that i know
i usta sell o’s, i usta steal clothes
i swear by any means i’mma get this dough
this young n-gg-, you n-gg-s scared to die
bow! uh homicide, put em on csi
the last time i cried is when day day died
my enemies can run but they can not hide
i’m so f-cking fly, i f-ck this b-tch the other night
we kissed and said goodbye, she told me have a safe flight
i dropped out of school to sell hard white but i got ged in jail, i’mma be alright
okay i’m in my groove, i think i’m so cool
i be f-ckig b-tches, mo better blues
if music don’t work than watchu going do? i’mma buy a six deuce and trap like a fool
i be with real g’s, ak’s and 30’s
boy you ain’t no g, your name just gary
fear no man i could never be scary, i’m the sergeant. glizzy gang the f-cking military
i’m done with all the bullsh-t, i’m all about this paper
screaming f-ck the feds, they got my animals in cages
black and silver ruger and it tackle like a raider
i can fix my own plate, who waits on a waiter
momma going be proud, my hood is too
i’mma remodel street and buy my whole clique coupes
buy myself a big body call it bruce bruce
man i can’t wait to see my dreams come true
yeah i gotta b-tch, but she boutta make me single
all she wanna do is argue lets its her lingo
new b-tch so wet, i get lost like nemo
dollar bills on top of dollar bills like pringles
n-gg-s say they real but baby i ‘ont know dawg
look like to me, he just another rick ross
these n-gg-s don’t menaces, loc dawg
n-gg- what you say about my momma, o dawg
shout out to the yo, that’s my muf-ckin set
shout out to the robbers and the ski mask on my chest
but what you p-ssy n-gg-s do without the internet
streets hottest youngin’
motherf-cker i’m the best

ffff fire!

- shy glizzy

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