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shy glizzy - score lyrics

[intro : go hoppin that porshe] (young jefe holmes)
[hook: shyglizzy]
hey little boy, jefe said ,”go do your ch0r-s!”
these n-ggas some wh0r-s
wipe them out, show no remorse
i might go hop in that porsche
go buy my new b-tch a horse
soon as i hopped off the porche
i started flaming that torch
he shoots! he scores!
a soon as i walk in the door
swoosh
i score
i send my goons to your block
(bup bup bup bup) and they score
they gonna p-ss jefe the rock
cause they know for sure im gonna score
he shoot! he scores!

[verse 1: shy glizzy]
the f-ck is you doing?
jefe be rocking that foreign
these n-ggas be super boring
they just be rapping, no touring
straight at they -ss like a storm
it could be four in the morning
we give no f-cks what you doing
see, gg b-tch we just a army
we bust in your sh-t with the tommy’s
your moms could be making an omelet
shoot her -ss straight out her bonnet
these n-ggas be talking like b-tches
im just being honest
i can not kick it with snitches
f-ck no, im not being modest
shorty be kicking this flavor
shorty be getting his paper
these n-ggas can’t get them no paper
so they wanna turn into haters
i put the food in your neighbor
i even tipped all the waiters
you mad you can sit at the table
bye lil’ boy i’ll see you later

[hook: shy glizzy]

[verse 2: shy glizzy]
the one and the only big glizzy
n-gga the f-ck is you silly?
im two stops away from a mili
they asking me, “where is the glizzies?”
i don’t mix red peppers with chili
you got your sh-t took by the glizzies?
boy this sh-t don’t look like no glizzy
forever tre-7 to heaven
my dogs they tote big mac 11’s
i don’t plan on doing no telling
bet whatever my brother ain’t telling
all of my n-ggas, they reckless
you see all of my n-ggas got necklaces
f-ck n-ggas think they gonna test us
let your stupid -ss wait for the stretcher
i can’t wait to see some of you rappers
make me take off my belt while you act up
my n-ggas come through, beat your back up
your n-ggas be calling for back up
watch out, watch out for that ‘lac truck
gg qb, get your sack up
i only make music for trappers
now go sing your last song with the pastor

[hook: shy glizzy]

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