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letra de volcano - shy glizzy

[intro]
geraldo live on the track
uh
young jefe, holmes
gg
yeah

[verse 1]
okay, shout out to them robbers and them motherf-ckin’ shooters
i come from the bottom like the motherf-ckin’ sewer
baby, i’m a rapper slash entrepreneur
i break a b-tch down then act like i never knew her
at least you don’t feel this pain, shawty, you gon’ be okay
i put it on everything, i just lost a hundred k
gotta make another hundred, flip that sh-t a hundred ways
b-tch, that ar got a hundred, you don’t wanna see it spray
you tryna get tossed, girl, that’s your call
she like my drawers, they hugo boss
f-ck a hater, b-tch, we ball
middle fingers to all of y’all
n-gg-, you want some beef or nah?
that ain’t my dawg but i keep the dog
when i unleash the dog i come through like steve seagal (yeah, bah)
come through like steve seagal, state prop’ like beanie sigel
crack baby, scared of needles
b-tch from philly fly like an eagle
your b-tch ain’t scared to leave you
no, she never said she need you
she told me, “go ‘head, shoot your shot, n-gg-, i ain’t scared to d you”
ruff, i’m a wolf, b-tch, i’m runnin’ with the pack
run off with the pack, your hands get chopped off with an axe
ridin’ in the maybach and you know i’m laid back
you ain’t seen no sh-t like this since way, way back
1942, you know what we be on
but when i’m over at diddy’s house, then we drink deleon
sound like a tiger roaring when i turn my engine on
yeah, your b-tch just text me, she ain’t got no panties on (oh)
ain’t from the struggle, i ain’t really understanding y’all
used to hit the corner store and run out with a candy bar
now a n-gg- richer than an owner and a manager
they like, “glizzy, why you don’t f-ck with the cameras?”

[chorus]
they say i’m blowin’ up, yeah, like a volcano
shout out my mama, she told me not to f-ck with lame hoes
they want drama, yeah, well go get the draco
i shoot just like klay, woah, boy, that sh-t ain’t no joke
shirt on my shoulders, b-tch, you know it’s off-white
i don’t drink soda, not unless it’s dirty sprite
i done got older, now these b-tches think i’m wise
can’t be talkin’ with these guys ’cause i think these n-gg-s wired

[verse 2]
this for all you p-ss-es, told you i was comin’ back
i dropped that fully loaded but still got a lot of shots
come to dc and you gon’ get your -ss taxed
you play with gg and you gon’ get your -ss whacked
long live 30 30, scream that sh-t out ’til i’m buried
them millions, had to hurry, for a minute, i was getting worried
i ain’t goin’ back to wakin’ up in the trap early
i ain’t goin’ back to wakin’ up in the trap dirty
free my lil’ brother, he over the jail fightin’ a murder
free my og, got indicted for them birdies
n-gg-, i be runnin’ through the money, todd gurley
i wake up every morning, f-ck my b-tch, and do my burpees, yeah
n-gg-, i be runnin’ through the money, todd gurley, hahaha
i wake up every morning, f-ck my b-tch, and do my burpees, oh

- shy glizzy

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