With A Don Shy Glizzy
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[Intro]
Oh
(Geraldo Liive on the track)
Yeah
[Chorus]
No, you ain't from where I'm from
Where can't nobody walk outside they house without no gun, uh
Boy, you had a great run
My granny always told me that I am the chosen one
She a lil' lit bitch and we be havin' fun
I lick all on your clit, bitch, until I make you cum
Big Meech my wrist, uh-huh, that's that 41
Sorry, you's a misfit, she fuckin' with a don, uh
[Verse 1]
A nigga brung that bag out
Fresh as hell, yeah, I still got my tags on
Yeah, you know I'm gon' blast somethin'
Piss me off, I'm gon' do it with no mask on
Finally united, she say, "Why did you take that long?"
Dogs, they like to roam, but bitch, you keep the cat home
Attire all black, but the motherfuckin' Gat chrome
Baby, I don't want it, everybody been hit that jawn
I'm steppin' in the city, you ain't niggas ain't gettin' busy
The sticky situations showed me who was really with me
Took a trip to see my jeweler, 'bout a quarter milli'
Got a little bitch from Maryland 'bout a hour south from Philly
Woo
Oh
(Geraldo Liive on the track)
Yeah
[Chorus]
No, you ain't from where I'm from
Where can't nobody walk outside they house without no gun, uh
Boy, you had a great run
My granny always told me that I am the chosen one
She a lil' lit bitch and we be havin' fun
I lick all on your clit, bitch, until I make you cum
Big Meech my wrist, uh-huh, that's that 41
Sorry, you's a misfit, she fuckin' with a don, uh
[Verse 1]
A nigga brung that bag out
Fresh as hell, yeah, I still got my tags on
Yeah, you know I'm gon' blast somethin'
Piss me off, I'm gon' do it with no mask on
Finally united, she say, "Why did you take that long?"
Dogs, they like to roam, but bitch, you keep the cat home
Attire all black, but the motherfuckin' Gat chrome
Baby, I don't want it, everybody been hit that jawn
I'm steppin' in the city, you ain't niggas ain't gettin' busy
The sticky situations showed me who was really with me
Took a trip to see my jeweler, 'bout a quarter milli'
Got a little bitch from Maryland 'bout a hour south from Philly
Woo
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