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glizz - gleestyle lyrics

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a 3 minute song or a thousand text’s
my ep swimming inside this rex
the re up costs more than a million streams
so i’m grabbing my phone and tying my creps
told man, “dpmo”
i got pcso’s, in the trap doing welfare checks
tired of hearing man tell me i’m next
if i keep it real, i’m as real as it get’s
watch your tone when you talk
bro walk with a limp, cah the madting’s touching his kneecap
i got a fiend, that’s two weeks clean
i’m on my knees, praying my man relapse
keep your flowers, bro i don’t need that, eediat
brandished it, should’ve beat that
in the trap since ‘013, you still living worse than my k!lly on d cat
if broski bring the eraser, sumn or somebody gonna get rubbеd out
i used to dream bout a buss down
truth be told, i couldn’t givе a f+ck now
true alll them bad b’s, they wanna f+ck now, they know what’s up now
tell em’, “i’m good”
i still do deals in the hood in a dri fit tracky and beat up boogs
i’m the executive, glizz is the artist, i’m the worker and the ceo
i cuddle the curb
i flirt with the streets
it’s 30 degrees, but i’m freezing cold
the chatty ting overly dead
when we talk on the tizz, affi speak in code
i wasted so many years in the trap
now i wanna be a rapper, i’m feeling old
i ain’t made it, i’m still in the t
if we spillin’ the tea, somebody better clean up
i’m in the shot’s crib with the locksmith
5’s is a creatine, i get this key cut
they boy talking wicked again sh+t if i was them, i wouldn’t like me either
4k in cash, no pixelation mix it + ay f+ck that, yo
nokia bully, a bally, a woolly one
thingy in my hoodie, i think that i’m tookie
i watched man go from being a boss to spending their re at the bookies
sad cah i scouted that yute from a freshman
taught him to bill up a line as a rookie
i’m likely, i’m the only glee in the venue
last time one of them booked me
oh you making money?
it’s all jokes till sumn get l!cked off
do him like chris rock, ain’t sh+t funny
rap or trap, make up your mind
fine lines between kano and sully
if i get a clean run in this hatchback
won’t be long till it’s wraith’s and cully’s
i love bro but he way too bunny
look, poverty made me a man
then i made some money, and it made me a target
half trap+boy, half credible artist
tina’s sofa looks just like martin’s
i watched man go from being a boss to falling off in all hardness
whether it’s raps or things in wraps
i’m putting my mind to whatever the task is

- glizz lyrics

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