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pj glizzy - oge, pt. 2 lyrics

[intro: pj glizzy]
glah, glah, glah
gang, gang, gang
everything dead (glah, glah)
every opp shot
everything dead, every opp shot, every flocka shot

[chorus: pj glizzy & sha ek]
i was laughing when that boy was lackin’
catch ol’ leeky we gon end up clapping
oge, yeah we blitzing like its madden
spin the 8, we trynna catch assassin
spin what? spin who?
oh, i forgot we smoking boomer too (boomer)
[verse 1: pj glizzy]
got a little baddie, she shaking the room
she gon shoot if i tell her to shoot
she get neaky, she get naughty (neaky)
she up the beam right up under the .40
ion care. if its up then its stuck
everything dead, b+tch we don’t give a f+ck
sha gz when i spin through just duck
aim for his dreads, hollows hit, he was slumped

[verse 2: sha ek]
glah
that’s facts, we made it
all them other p+ssy n+ggas baited
i was grinding while them n+ggas hated
big die gzz, now look at they faces
now i’m rich, now i’m lit
carry my knocks ‘cuz i’m still on that sh+t
try to run up and get turned into a spliff
pj be driving but still trynna hop out the whip
got the drop so we gotta go blitz
brodie on point and he still trynna catch him a ‘rip

[verse 3: pj glizzy]
mori blixk go and get you a f+ggot (f+ggot)
catch kha, that’s a brooklyn basket (glah, glah)
like who savage?
matt sav, he got put in a packet
if its fifth to the sev, let ’em have it (have it)
ayo nesty, go and get you a ratchet
or the gates gonna be carrying your caskets
once again we don’t f+ck with no flockas (glah, glah)
trynna up it, change a n+gga roster (roster)
wearing amiri denims like the shotter (glah, glah)
you can’t spin through my block you imposter (b+tch)
lefty throwing shots inside his lava (lava)
[chorus: pj glizzy & sha ek]
i was laughing when that boy was lackin’
catch ol’ leeky we gon end up clapping
oge, yeah we blitzing like its madden
spin the 8, we trynna catch assassin
spin what? spin who?
oh, i forgot we smoking boomer too (boomer)

[outro: sha ek]
that’s facts, we made it
all them other p+ssy n+ggas baited
i was grinding while them n+ggas hated
big die gzz, now look at they faces
now i’m rich, now i’m lit
carry my knocks ‘cuz i’m still on that sh+t
try to run up and get turned into a spliff
pj be driving but still trynna hop out the whip

- pj glizzy lyrics

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