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glizzy gang - above the rim lyrics

[intro:]
flex upon these n-ggas time to hit the gym
hey, woo, woo! high five!

[chorus:]
glizzy flex upon these n-ggas time to hit the gym
we been balling on these n-ggas way above the rim
imagine a gorilla pour my bits i’m feeling limb
put your lighters up and turn that b-tch to lil kim
he look like too much money everybody know that’s him
dem ace of spades coming whole club knows that’s him
glizzy flex upon these n-ggas time to hit the gym
we been balling on these n-ggas way above the rim

[verse 1:]
lil’ n-gga from the star h-ll yeah what’s up, ah?
45 on c-ck michael jordan no white sox
i’m mobbing with my squad b-tch we come alive at dark
we pulling up to quad yeah i got the juice like pac
it’s glizzy glizzy baby you know 37 raised me
claim that sh-t forever even when i’m in the grave, see
i ball like mcgrady
i don’t smoke no grade b
like the work that choppa i shoulda went to the navy?
i am flyer than your stylist
like it then i buy it
gg in your hood yeah it’s gonna be a riot
some n-ggas can’t go out the hood, i’m taken trips islands
my young n-ggas get violent, make your b-tch f-ck my side b-tch

[chorus:]

[verse 2:]
we poppin ace of sp-ce like we won a championship game
gg scored again, just cut net off the rim
on the beat of 30 yo b-tch going home with him
i suck a lot they got me thinking i’m a pimp?
i ain’t got so much faith turn my b-tch to lil kim
i been getting some the way and now i pull up near plants?
vvs’ i know ya see em , i know you see him
30 30 wanna be him, you wanna be him
they talk that sh-t like i don’t see em, wouldn’t wanna be em
i nutted on their face so you gon’ be make that b-tch your bm
i talk to ant cannon d-mn near everyday in my dm
the feds need to gon’ free him

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
the devil after me because i won’t sell my soul
keep it on the low i got the thangs for the low
as soon as i walk in the room all them hoes chose
it’s hard to keep your eyes off all this d-mn gold
she do her f-cking thing on that motherf-ckin pole
a big fan of my music say she love every song
your b-tch heard mula and now she calling my phone
red bottom walking she whipping bricks in a thong
gg f-ck a label we gon do this on our own
n-ggas doing shows for world war say em patron
og came from cali you n-ggas ain’t smoking strong
got that f & n right on me bet yo -ss don’t make it home

[chorus]

- glizzy gang lyrics

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