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shy glizzy - paint the town red lyrics

[intro]
its balik
yeah
young jefe, holmes
oh

[chorus]
standin’ on the block, on my head
my wish was, to get rich
i got big homies, but they dead
i got long money, stack that bread
b+tch we run the town, heard what i said
i’ll take down, paint it red
bad b+tches on, they gimme head
free my rich n+ggas, out the feds
when he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
she say “shawty, what that bag look like?”
she like to party, but he gon’ get ’em out right
got on my carti’s, i’m tryna duck the limelight

[verse]
ever since i was a youngin’, i seen you p+ssy n+ggas hatin’
i’ma put on my youngins, and i’ma be proud to see ’em make it
a n+gga ain’t give me sh+t, nah, nah, y’all gon’ see me take it
when i whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces
my b+tch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg
her bag cost fifteen+thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg
runnin’ from mad dawgs, told my n+gga, don’t get bagged, dawg
just blew a quarter+mil, yeah, thats what that new g wag cost
need me a b+tch gon’ ride with me, need a b+tch gon’ vibe with me
nah, them n+ggas ain’t none of my friends, they ain’t gon’ slide with me
how the f+ck you gonna call yourself a glizzy? n+ggas ain’t even tied with me
b+tch, i seen your dm, i’m busy, now she wanna go live with me
dime piece the team, yeah, side piece amazin’
she got this d+ck, she say “i see now why your b+tch so crazy”
she told me i’m number one, tracy mcgrady
i’m havin’ fun and you got none, these n+ggas hate me
brenda got a baby and jefe got a brick
these ain’t no .380s, shawty, this extended clip
see, this ain’t no regular b+tch, though, it came with a kit
had a b+tch all the way in europe, that b+tch was a trip
gave that b+tch my digits, but i know she want a ticket
hit it, then i quit it, say, i hit it, then i quit it
brick for a feature, yeah, i take it, then i whip it
stock it, then i flip, it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it
southeast savage, b+tch, i ain’t average
came up out that gutter, now that n+gga livin’ lavish
shoppin’ sprees in paris, b+tch i’m mad rich
rep that glizzy gang, b+tch, i got more guns than a terrorist
[chorus]
standin’ on the block, on my head
my wish was, to get rich
i got big homies, but they dead
i got long money, stack that bread
b+tch we run the town, heard what i said
i’ll take down, paint it red
bad b+tches on, they gimme head
free my rich n+ggas, out the feds
when he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
she say “shawty, what that bag look like?”
she like to party, but he gon’ get ’em out right
got on my carti’s, i’m tryna duck the limelight

- shy glizzy lyrics

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