Paper Soldiers Shy Glizzy (Ft. DF Gizzle & Goo Glizzy)
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[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitches they ain't shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Niggas broke as shit, yeah, I can't hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, nigga I ain't never snitched, nope
Ridin' with that stick, yeah, pussy don't get hit, yeah
Look at me I'm rich bitch, you ain't think I'll make it far
My niggas really hit shit, nigga GG is the mob
Bitch nigga don't test me, I might throw your ass a lob
You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job
That nigga was my homie then he turned into an opp
We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me, bitch you know I'm sippin' wop
That trap phone for my junkies and the homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I won't never lie
30, that's my brodie, know he always got my back
Niggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain't even got no straps
In competition with me, you ain't even got no racks
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin' them choppers like a nigga from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
She told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that's really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Yeah, mob
GG for life suckers
30 30, 30 30, yeah
[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Bitches they ain't shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Niggas broke as shit, yeah, I can't hit a lick, yeah
Check my criminal history, nigga I ain't never snitched, nope
Ridin' with that stick, yeah, pussy don't get hit, yeah
Look at me I'm rich bitch, you ain't think I'll make it far
My niggas really hit shit, nigga GG is the mob
Bitch nigga don't test me, I might throw your ass a lob
You know they call me Jefe, I can give your ass a job
That nigga was my homie then he turned into an opp
We ran into his homies, shot they ass up with the Glocks
Styrofoam on me, bitch you know I'm sippin' wop
That trap phone for my junkies and the homies who got locked
30 30 on me, baby I won't never lie
30, that's my brodie, know he always got my back
Niggas tryna be Glizzy, they ain't even got no straps
In competition with me, you ain't even got no racks
[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Been swingin' them choppers like a nigga from the 'Nolia
Back when I was young my mama told me I'm a soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
She told me get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Bitch wanna love me and now that I done got a lil bit older
My niggas that's really with it, you better quit it, I thought I told ya
Better get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
Get that, get that, get that, get that, get that paper soldier
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