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c blizzy – greenwich anthem lyrics

[intro: spicy k]
ay ayy
b+tch its spicy k
don’t give a f+ck what you saying
we gon’ steal yo f+cking chain
this the greenwich anthem
f+ck you mean

[verse 1: j kuz]
cruising through easton, fly summit i was raised at
lurking up forty, g+town where the baes at
you claim that’s your main shorty i already tamed that
that bop game was trash so you can have your bae back
lethal from that logo three ball imma spray that
f+ck with me and ac to get your chain sn+tched
you was talking all that sh+t now we smoking on ya gangs pack
ayy now we smoking on your gangs pack
take a sip of the drank but i don’t puff on the ganja
shut up b+tch i don’t want hear bout your problems
she thinks she the one but she a thotiana
take her to the crib and imma get behind her
shoutout ac, lp, eb
in the waseren leaguе i’m balling like i’m kd
haters talking sh+t but they don’t phasе me
cuz secretly deep down they know they praise me
[verse 2: c blizzy]
they praise me n+gga like tom brady n+gga
they acting outta pocket it don’t even phase me n+gga
ridin’ round on rock street going crazy n+gga
swear that pack really got me feeling lazy n+gga
yeah always on go no i don’t ever stop
you can check my gps i’m headed to the very top
they was serving fiends at the end of rock
smoking on the indica
pass that sh+t around like the chick that sleep on every block
i’m a k!ller when i’m on the beat, riding with the gang
hit this sh+t don’t even hesitate, feel it in your veins
put the pedal to the floor you can hear the engine roar
like a lion in the jungle i’m just running up the score
on a mission all i need is that one shot
gon’ ride in a drop top
you got about as much authority as a mall cop
this music go non stop
spit bullets go pop pop
booty in the air i’m just giving her back shots

[verse 3: ac]
stressed out bummin’ yeah i ain’t got sh+t to do
steady grinding waiting doing what i gotta do
to show all you motherf+ckers what i really do
snap on a beat like there ain’t nothing to it
stacking all this money you can call it cheddar cheese
love the way you suck it got me saying baby please
you can hit the curb shorty you ain’t touching these
million dollar racks had to stuff it in my jeans
hop up in the cat, hit the gas and and i speed
shawty want a ring but i don’t want a thing
i be on my bullsh+t i be balling like a king
get the pass double cross step back three
everyone staring who is that who is he
came from nothing showed em something that’s just who i be
riding round the city bumping blizzy blowing tree
shawty shaking ass now i’m bumbling like a bee
drippin’ head to toe sp+ce jams on my feet
drip from my walk like i walked out the sea
baddest in the city and you know she be with me
hour glass shawty yeah i like what i’m seeing
waiting for my time, chess game european
you should see the whip got stars in the ceiling
you would think she praying by the way i got her kneeling
you think you my girl baby i ain’t catching feelings
[verse 4: jay]
yeah i’m chillen with my n+ggas you know what we doing
g+town n+ggas yeah we be really moving
i be with the main n+ggas smoking on exclusive
me and eb bout to get to it
rolling down twenty nine washington street
got the chains on but n+gga look at my feets
no competition, nothing new to us
bout to hit the sp+ce coupe n+gga i be zooming
realest n+gga in my city and that sh+t is proven
you would think its madden by the sh+t that we be doing
got the ap on the wrist and the clip on my hip
pulling up on n+ggas make em dip

[verse 5: e banz]
cruising down twenty nine whipping in the benz
just passed twelve going one ten
turnaround year for the g+town family
i don’t know these b+tches yeah they all just fans to me
posted in the stu yeah toking the boof
running with the gang that be telling the truth
don’t f+ck around with the g+town crew
we gon catch you up yeah you know what we do

- c blizzy lyrics

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