Slide Over Shy Glizzy (Ft. Taliban Glizzy)
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[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah
Trauma Tone
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
These niggas in the way, tell 'em slide over
I'm in my monster truck today, bitch, I'm gon' ride over
And I heard it's gon' be a drought, I went and bought five over
She said, "I love you", but it's fuck lil' bitch, she bipolar
Bitch, we pop that stick, ayy, bitch we rock that Rick, ayy
I pull up wit' my cane and, man, she ride that dick, ayy
We don't fuck with no rats, ayy, ain't no White Boy Ricks, ayy
This that GG shit, only see this shit on the TV, bitch
(Young Jefe, holmes)
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitch, my life was rough (Uh), sucker, fuck your luck (Woo)
I took off my cuffs, yeah, now my wrist is bust (Bust)
She say, "Boy you so handsome, don't wear no shades unless they Buffs" (Uh-huh)
Gotta get my mama a mansion, yeah, you know we grew up tough (Uh, uh, uh)
And these niggas fake (Yeah), all they do is hate (Yeah, yeah)
Boy you better keep your grass cut, you know these niggas snakes (You know it)
I just wanna play in her legs (What), she just wanna fuck and eat steak (Why)
And girl, when we pop them pills, we be doin' shit we can't erase (Yeah)
I'm from D.C. (Uh-huh), where it get very violent (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I be with 3 (3 Murder), just like Allen Iverson (Allen Iverson)
You can't fuck with me (No, no), so don't fuckin' try (God damn)
Bitch, I'm big Glizzy (God damn), I'ma fuckin' giant (God damn, God damn)
Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah
Trauma Tone
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
These niggas in the way, tell 'em slide over
I'm in my monster truck today, bitch, I'm gon' ride over
And I heard it's gon' be a drought, I went and bought five over
She said, "I love you", but it's fuck lil' bitch, she bipolar
Bitch, we pop that stick, ayy, bitch we rock that Rick, ayy
I pull up wit' my cane and, man, she ride that dick, ayy
We don't fuck with no rats, ayy, ain't no White Boy Ricks, ayy
This that GG shit, only see this shit on the TV, bitch
(Young Jefe, holmes)
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitch, my life was rough (Uh), sucker, fuck your luck (Woo)
I took off my cuffs, yeah, now my wrist is bust (Bust)
She say, "Boy you so handsome, don't wear no shades unless they Buffs" (Uh-huh)
Gotta get my mama a mansion, yeah, you know we grew up tough (Uh, uh, uh)
And these niggas fake (Yeah), all they do is hate (Yeah, yeah)
Boy you better keep your grass cut, you know these niggas snakes (You know it)
I just wanna play in her legs (What), she just wanna fuck and eat steak (Why)
And girl, when we pop them pills, we be doin' shit we can't erase (Yeah)
I'm from D.C. (Uh-huh), where it get very violent (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I be with 3 (3 Murder), just like Allen Iverson (Allen Iverson)
You can't fuck with me (No, no), so don't fuckin' try (God damn)
Bitch, I'm big Glizzy (God damn), I'ma fuckin' giant (God damn, God damn)
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