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lrd glizzy - slide thru lyrics

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[intro]
yeah gang sh+t
glizzy (real crip)
yeah
(you know wtf goin on)
lrd sh+t (2x)
(what he say)

[verse]
chase em down with this stick im tryna peel some (b+tch) , f+ck the succas blow this foe five bet he feel some (pow pow)

blow it til its empty i pull off and foe nem still dumping (scrrrr), and you know we doubled back cause we still bussin (yeah)

call us deffenbaugh the way that we be dumping sh+t, yo main b+tch on my line just make one call and she gone throat the d+ck (eeehhh)
i ain’t fonkin wit no n+gga that be on socials just be posting sh+t (cap) , n+ggas out here turning on they bros on some bogus sh+t (rat ass n+gga)
f+ck yo n+gga lil yeah im just tryna f+ck, slide down put that drakey on his ass i bet he give it up (grrrraaaaaa)

glizzy on my lap im bussing god only get one on of us, if i didn’t want yo b+tch i guarantee one of my n+ggas f+cked (b+tch n+gga)

(f+ck who) yeah you n+ggas must be silly huh (you n+ggas tripping) , pop up out them cuts you hide in turner like you timmy huh (facts)

reckless when i shoot you want the 30 or the 50 drum, gang affiliated when we slide we do this sh+t for fun (boom boom)

some like liu kang the way this choppa kick (pow pow), run up in his pockets since he talking on that c+cky sh+t (what)

keep thinking ima l!ck til this 40 get to knocking b+tch (boom boom), we shoot first we don’t shoot back yall keep dropping what the problem is

any n+gga get to talking we can shoot it out, no hollows in my glock fmjs they go through yo house

f+cking on yo b+tch and opps i nutted on her mama couch, flexing wit them racks drop a bag that sh+t ain’t nothing now (b+tch)

f+ck yo n+gga b+tch have brody come and stick him up, opps ain’t scored in years i swear to god we up like 50 plus

we good in every hood ain’t n0body gone take sh+t from us (we good), straight up out the 10 we was taught to keep them semi’s tucked (yeah)

b+tch its up don’t let me catch you with that one n+gga (huh), f+ck yo dead brother he got caught and left on stuck n+gga (ha)

chase em with that stick them bullets coming don’t you run n+gga, come to parkwood and get parked n+ggas know that don’t be dumb n+ggas onna gang

[outro]
real crip n+gga you know wtf going on gang sh+t
straight up out the 10 n+ggas know where we be at n+ggas
(yeah)
(gang)

- lrd glizzy lyrics

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