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shy glizzy - where we come from lyrics

[intro: shy glizzy]
gg, nba, aww
real gangster sh-t, yeah

[chorus: shy glizzy & youngboy never broke again]
where we come from n-ggas don’t play
southside n-gga on the north movin’ weight
yeah, we might slide on a n-gga broad day
them youngins, they be thuggin’, don’t come in these hallways
and we be on the block makin’ money all day, yeah
playin’ with them rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah
screamin’ wrong or right, shoot a n-gga in the face, yeah
n-gga out of line, we gon’ put ’em in they place, yeah

[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
now look here
i come from beefin’, slangin’ iron at the other side
i never let it go, i just went harder when my n-gga died
i been locked up too many times, i run it without even tryin’
i want your head, i drop a dime
you run up, you might lose your mind
rich n-gga, audemars on me and my b-tch
and i be runnin’ with some n-ggas, every one with the sh-ts
don’t take my jewelry off, come out the window slangin’ that stick
i’m cold-hearted, f-ck my mama, we gon’ step on a b-tch, believe that
no picks and chooses, it go down when i lose it
and i done came up on so much, i swear i don’t wanna lose it
i point him out and that’s a fact that meezy steppin’ on fooly
and i know glizzy really trap, don’t give a f-ck ’bout the music, yeah

[verse 2: shy glizzy]
b-tch you know what’s up with us so don’t act like you stupid (yeah)
i just bought a bentley truck and it came with a shooter (skrrt)
your b-tch sucked me up while i was listening to future (ooh)
no i don’t give a f-ck, you see them n-ggas, better do ’em (brrt)
tell me what the f-ck you on, i just bought another home (yeah)
got the plug on line one and youngboy on my other phone
when i ran up on them n-ggas, my hoodie was vlone (vlone)
baby 3 my heart, and in my eyes, no he can’t do wrong
.45 tucked inside my helmut lang sweats
if i call you my slime then that mean you gon’ slatt (slatt)
your n-ggas they ain’t ride, b-tch, how much you gon’ bet?
catch that b-tch who k!lled my brother and i won’t mind goin’ back (30, 30)

[outro: youngboy never broke again]
hold on
i’m out that north, my n-ggas out the south
when i get… …that’s how you know to put the spot, lil’ b-tch, yeah
f-ck you in your booty then i kick you out
that slime sh-t, that rhyme sh-t, i blow a n-gga down
straight out the cell, b-tch i’m out my mind
i got a million for every n-gga want a slice of mine
and all my n-ggas keep them pistols, we ain’t wasting time
these n-ggas —- around my set and then these n-ggas dyin’
now look here
ready for glizzy to go back to jefe 2, wait
probably on that law 3, but sh-t, n-gga what up
i’m thuggin’ in this b-tch and i’ma cut up
and when it’s steppin’ we gon’ —- a n-gga the —- up, believe that
meezy, what it is b-tch?
you heard me, i’m waitin’ on glizzy, glizzy be gettin too high
man i’m just coolin, i’m waitin on him, you heard me?

- shy glizzy lyrics

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