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shy glizzy - no joke lyrics

[intro]
(it’s balik)
young jefe holmes
brr, brr, yeah

[chorus]
king of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (oh)
my shooter got a fifty, you gon’ get your ass smoked (grrrr)
they call me glizzy glizzy, didn’t they tell you i ain’t no joke? (glizzy glizzy)
and n+ggas must be silly thinkin’ they playin’ with my folks (oh, oh)
thinkin’ they playin’ with my money, thinkin’ they playin’ with my hoe (yeah)
she linked up with a dope boy, now she playin’ with her nose (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he got here with that choppa, now he lyin’ on the floor (grrrah)
b+tch i ain’t no joke (baow), they should’ve told you i ain’t no joke (yeah)

[verse 1]
i’m way out cali (yeah), playin’ with them packs (uh)
but soon as i get back, a couple n+ggas gettin’ whacked (on god)
n+ggas think they playin’ with me, well i think not (not)
boy don’t you know a body only cost a couple racks (ha)
my b+tch ’bout her [?] ([?])
2020 roll (ooh)
yeah she in her glow, and she look good head to toe (head to toe)
got a phone call (brr), police just sn+tched ‘lo (woah)
screamin’ free my dawg (free the gang)
i do it for the yo (yo, yo)
and [?] got shot, yeah but watch the get back ([?])
them glizzys hit your block, and you ain’t even hit back ([?])
i put that sh+t on thirty, i ain’t with the chit+chat (thirty, thirty)
and you ain’t gotta worry, it’s cl!cked back (boom, oh)
[chorus]
king of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (oh)
my shooter got a fifty, you gon’ get your ass smoked (grrrr)
they call me glizzy glizzy, didn’t they tell you i ain’t no joke? (glizzy glizzy)
these n+ggas must be silly thinkin’ they playin’ with my folks (oh, oh, oh)
thinkin’ they playin’ with my money, thinkin’ they playin’ with my hoe (oh)
she linked up with a dope boy, now she playin’ with her nose (oh)
he got here with that choppa, now he lyin’ on the floor (grrrah)
b+tch i ain’t no joke (oh), they should’ve told you i ain’t no joke (oh, oh, oh, oh)

[verse 2]
mister run the town (yeah), mister run the rounds
ain’t no respect for clowns, they know how i’m gettin’ down (yeah)
don’t disrespect no posse of me, no doubt we let the [?] (no, no)
i’ma catch you with that r+i+p and shoot you the ground (boom, boom+boom, boom+boom, boom+boom)
i got k!llers to the left of me and k!llers to the right (oh)
so p+ssy you better lucky if you make it through the night (god d+mn)
you know your b+tch on my d+ck, i’m thinking ’bout bookin’ that b+tch a flight (god d+mn, god d+mn)
she seen my neck and my wrist, she told me to book that b+tch tonight (oh, oh)
okay, nasty b+tch, she want foreplay
every day, i get truck load from jorge
coach jefe, b+tch i never [?] (young jefe holmes)
free df, b+tch (free df)
he’s been waitin’ on that court date

[chorus]
king of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (oh)
my shooter got a fifty, you gon’ get your ass smoked (grrrr)
they call me glizzy glizzy, didn’t they tell you i ain’t no joke? (glizzy glizzy)
and n+ggas must be silly thinkin’ they playin’ with my folks (god d+mn, god d+mn, god d+mn)
thinkin’ they playin’ with my money, thinkin’ they playin’ with my hoe (what?)
she linked up with a dope boy, now she playin’ with her nose (oh, oh, oh, oh)
he got here with that choppa, now he lyin’ on the floor (grrrah)
b+tch i ain’t no joke, they should’ve told you i ain’t no joke, oh

- shy glizzy lyrics

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