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blovee, sha ek, pj glizzy - c.o.e lyrics

[intro]
graah
gang gang gang
graah, graah

[blovee]
f+ck all the opps i got shots to whoever
got a dot on the side of beretta
my lil’ thottie to hot and she hot
run up a scott he too hot and he shot
[sha ek]
i’m movin’ st+rdy when i’m off the yurkie
pj and blovee they stay movin’ hot
opp died, he put trust in a thot
jiggy just post a n+gga in the spot

[pj glizzy]
i might just slide through his block on a dirt bike
i might keep cl!cking cl!cking til he drop
opps keep callin’ my line we on front street
tote big knocks b+tch this ain’t no glocks

[sha ek]
fifteen hundred what they gotta pay me
goofy boy got hit tryna play me
she got high off the drugs then she ate me
they want some problems brought chop in the function

[blovee]
dumb n+ggas soft they got knockas for nothin’
2 opps got hit 1 spot thats nothin’
like dump that chop stop bluffin’
we gon’ shoot a movie we ain’t with the tusslin’
new attachments like beams and them scopes
hit his head we ain’t leaving him hope
[pj glizzy]
im just tryna take the whole gang on my back
totin’ sally know i cannot lack
bahbah she trickin’ yeah she got the strap
bahbah she structured, poppin yea she tact

[sah ek]
we done made that lil b+tch dump the knocka
spin through the oppas
that lil b+tch took a risk
i be mad these n+ggas took my sh+t
but i’m still gon slide up on the ripps

[blovee]
pop out the car like you better not trip
i pray to god everytime that i sin
thotties on thotties and she speaking french
catch amigo got him in the move
baby freakin’ gripping on the tool
i be spinnin’ trippin with a broom

[pj glizzy]
i been smoking on the lotti mix it with the dummy
i don’t know which ima choose

[sha ek]
spin through the east dont die like (yeahhh)
they put that boy on a highlight
like ya’ll rapper n+ggas gotta stop
like i’m really out here spinnin’ blocks
[blovee]
like dump that chop stop bluffin’
we gon’ shoot a movie we ain’t with the tusslin’
new attachments like beams and them scopes
hit his head we ain’t leaving him hope

f+ck all the opps i got shots to whoever
got a dot on the side of beretta
my lil’ thottie to hot and she hot
run up a scott he too hot and he shot

[sha ek]
i’m movin’ st+rdy when i’m off the yurkie
pj and blovee they stay movin’ hot
opp died, he put trust in a thot
jiggy just post a n+gga in the spot

[pj glizzy]
i might just slide through his block on a dirt bike
i might keep cl!cking cl!cking til he drop
opps keep callin’ my line we on front street
tote big knocks b+tch this ain’t no glocks

[sha ek]
fifteen hundred what they gotta pay me
goofy boy got hit tryna play me

[outro]
[pj glizzy]
gang gang gang

[sha ek/pj glizzy]
gang gang gang

[sha ek]
yeah, ogz the f+ck up
suck my f+ckin’ d+ck
gang gang gang

- blovee sha ek pj glizzy lyrics

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