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yung boy & yung rich swizzle - glo plug glo thug lyrics

[skit: yung boy & yung rich swizzle]
*phone ringing*

yung boy: yo, what up cuh? mannn, whatchu want dawg? shiiit…

yung rich swizzle: bruh i’m out here bruh, you trynna chill fam? we just doing some sh-t out here, finessing the hoes, y’know what i mean bruh?

yung boy: maaaan… aight cuh. yo, i-i ca–, i can hit up the plug at like 9:30 though dawg, like 9:30

yung ruch swizzle: aight fam, i’ll pick you up at 9:30. i gotta go at 9:30 to pick up the choppa first fam, before we get dem drugs, y’know what i’m sayin’ fam? we finesse then

[intro: yung rich swizzle]
yo this the glotape vol. 1
yung boy, yung rich swizzle, 195 we represent
we out here, f-ck the b-tches

[verse 1: yung rich swizzle]
yeah, i got the check, i run it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it stack it up
yeah, stack it up, stack it up, stack it stack it up, we the globoys out here, f-ckin’ run it up
yeah, yeah, run me up on me fam, i’ma f-ckin’ clap yo -ss fam
i got the chopper in the back with the 92
yeah, that’s my new gun, i call it fom fu
yeah, yeah, i’m a globoy, we represent out here for the 1-9
yeah, yeah, we have camo in the karuma shooters
yeah we got the shooters out here, blaow nine
yeah, bang bang is what we call ourselves, we the globoys yeah, no one else
yeah, we out here f-ckin’ hoes, we out here switchin’ lanes
we out here f-ckin’ shootin’ cars, n-gg-, we out here, we clap you hoes
we clap you? we clap you, we clap you? we clap you, stack it, stack it, stack it
all the bands we got, you ain’t got none, we’re gonna have so many bands
yeah, you ain’t got no gun, but we ain’t f-ckin’ scared of you, we don’t call 911
we out here f-ckin’ hoes, yeah, we’re switchin’ them lanes
got the fastest cars, got the fastest hoes, got the biggest booties, yeah yeah, got the biggest money
yeah we got stacks to the ceiling, fam, we out here, bang bang, 420, blaze that sh-t, n-gg-
we out here, fittin’ bricks, flippin’ switches, yeah n-gg-

[verse 2: yung boy]
a whole lotta money and a whole lotta b-tches, globoy, globoy, you know we got the riches
you know we got the b-tches, i’m a globoy, whatcha know boy? ya b-tch a hoe, boy
i wantcha hoe, boy, gimme da hoe boy, gimme da motherf-ckin’ hoe, boy
bang bang, i’m in a chain gang, it’s the same thang, bang bang
globoy bang, bang bang chain gang, 420 bang bang, f-ck a b-tch, bang bang
200 bang bang, 300 bang bang, 400 bang bang, so many chain gangs, so many chain gangs
i’m in a chain gang, globoy, globoy, whatcha know, boy?
globoy, globoy, globoy, ya b-tch a hoe, boy
i need 100,000,000 dollars, now, yo b-tch a hoe, wow
i’m gon’ touch that b-tch, she gon’ suck that d-ck
i’m in a chain gang you know it go bang bang
bang bang, bang bang, in a chain gang, yeah i’m in a chain gang, a glogang
bang bang, bang bang, 100,000,000 dollars, bang bang
bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
bang bang, yeah you know, bang bang, yeah you know, bang bang, it’s the f-ckin’ glogang, oh

[verse 3: yung rich swizzle]
stack it up to the ceilin’, can’t duplicate this feelin’
yeah, yeah boy, we out here, yeah, we got too many guns, too many hoes
too much money, yeah, i can’t see em hoes, got so much shades on, i can’t see sh-t
i’m just in my whip hittin’ f-ckin’ licks, yeah, yeah
i got a glue, deuce-deuce, ridin’ in my two-two, yeah
i got a trike, yeah, but i’m not f-ckin’ light, yeah, yeah
take the lighter of my dresser, f-ckin’ light up the weed
then i’m gonna p-ss it to my friend yeah, yeah, he takes a hit of that motherf-ckin’ weed, yeah
then we take the choppa, go to the lick, then we f-ckin’ hit it, like the f-ckin’ b-tch
yeah, yeah, we hit b-tches, that’s what we do out here, yeah, yeah, yeah
glo, glo, glo, we glo up, we globoys and we glo you motherf-ckin’ hood up, yeah
yeah, we blow that sh-t, f-ckin’ put choppa a through you motherf-ckin’ hits
yeah, yeah

[verse 4: yung boy]
roll around the city with the strap, never comin’ back
now it’s time to rap, double entendre, yeah, yeah
100,000,000 b-tches in the back, time to get my motherf-ckin’ stack
i’ma blow that motherf-ckin’ rack
hold a motherf-cker back, i’m bout to motherf-ckin’ wrap
drugs in the plastic, your b-tch a rap b-tch
what i mean by that is, she wants to come and sit on my fat d-ck
just cause i got that rap money, isn’t that funny
100,000,000 dollars on a brick, she can sit on my d-ck
holy sh-t, i’m in the magic city
then i’m in ny, and then i’m in madison
and then i’m back in cali n’ then i’m back in sd
f-ckin’ on a fat b-tch and all her skinny friends
and they can suck my d-ck right up til the end
i roll around the city with the top missin’
so many b-tches trynna ride wit em
trynna ride wit em

- yung boy yung rich swizzle lyrics

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