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kay glizz - never no rekk lyrics

its never no rec, ’cause n+ggas be hidin’ duckin in they ‘jects
ain’t no rookies wit’ me, only hang wit’ vets
tdot ballin’ hard workin’ on his left
get out the way when we step, ’cause hollows is is fryin’ leavin’ n+ggas stretched
opp thot, fiendin’ to give us some s+x
you know that the troopers doin’ it the best
[?] put ’em in your songs, like
n+ggas who never perform
so many dead n+ggas, gotta smoke ’em all
so we get high out them all
they call me send three but n+ggas know i’m sеndin’ more, the three was just to get ‘еm off
dissin’ me in tracks, now you gotta get a gat
suit up, let’s play ball
n+ggas never on nun’, feelin’ st+rdy, i’ma add a b+tton
homie gotta know we smokin’ on his cousin’
talkin’ on malik, it come wit’ repercussions
and freddy why you keep duckin’ ya m+ffin? n+ggas know who put that dizzy in them crutches
movin’ st+rdy, walkin’ wit’ a dozen
anybody movin’ crazy, i’ma dust ’em
i’ma drill sh+t up in broad day, look what happened to boy in the hallway
i’m in the p’s bussin’ wit’ my codeine, totin’ zack and he got cody
sit on the scene, catch him when he doley
bend back, heard it’s a party in rv, me and nunnie be there in a heartbeat

rich glizzy on d+ck tryna start me
free driver, we callin’ him clutch
bend through garvey, watchin’ n+ggas duck
and we tryna send another n+gga up
and no you can’t hang if you ain’t one of us
novak up and n+ggas try to run
spin over top and make sure he done
smokin’ mali, good for the lungs
headshot, why you ain’t totin’ no gun?
troopin’ on feet just to get up close
and we lookin’ for leeky da g, he get shot ’cause he mentionin’ me
left eye, now we got a new pack
glah, now we got a new pack n+gga
if you not a shooter then don’t come around, ’cause we tryna put a swervo in the ground
tryna blitz ’em but i see a clown
novak started glitchin’, throwin’ every round
they know how we get
freddy a fan, always on my d+ck
keep sayin’ my name and got no hits
if i see him i’ma let it cl!ck
he just wanna rap, he not tryna fl!ck
i’m tired of the rappin’, when the f+ck we gon’ get to the action?
every song leek make he be cappin’, he ain’t never ever make it tragic
freedom a clown, got his ass beat downtown by a white boy, he was out of bounds
and we smokin’ aggy by the pound
mellz died, just for tryna go some rounds
i done had enough, why freddy talkin’ like he tough?
ya mans got shot and you know it was us
on bro i never got hit by a bus, so stop all the lyin’
a lot of y’all n+ggas be dyin’
mali died, von ain’t bend, he was cryin’
we the reason’ for all of them sirens

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