Creep Freestyle Pj Glizzy
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[Intro: PJ Glizzy & TLC]
Yes
Ayo, we gettin' Jiggy on Jiggy, nigga
It's me again (Get rich or die tryin')
Grrah
Everything dead, every opp shot
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Everything dead)
Grrah-grrah-boom
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Every Flocka shot)
Grrt
[Chorus: Pj Glizzy]
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads (Bow-bow)
Dummy dead and he still in they heads
Postin' them pictures, shit just got mе dead (Dead, like)
Catch a Flocka, fill 'еm up with lead (Boom-boom)
Bullets, they hit him, knockin' off his dreads (Off his dreads)
Boom who? What? You off a yerkie (Yerkie)
Bebe dissin', his BM is dirty (Dirty)
Don't forget she the mop, heard she sturdy (Sturdy)
[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
I'ma blast it
I'ma pass it to gang, no basket (Boom)
And my gang on the block, it's no lackin' (No lackin')
We gon' blitz on the opps, no Madden (Bitch)
No cappin', real rap (Real rap)
Mori Blixk, eat a dick (Eat a dick)
Heard you talkin' on gang? You a bitch (You a bitch)
Up the rakes, you get turned to a spliff (Yes)
Say got lined by a bitch (Uh-Huh)
But he talkin' about niggas that dead in his spliff
But Bdot the reason he tripped (Bdotty)
I can't wait 'til a Drilly bop into my spliff
But Roscoe, he feenin' to click
Free the Ape, you were takin' them risks
Spin through the 2s, then we flicked on the Nick (Grrah)
Every opp that we see get hit, like (Gang, bow-bow)
Yes
Ayo, we gettin' Jiggy on Jiggy, nigga
It's me again (Get rich or die tryin')
Grrah
Everything dead, every opp shot
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Everything dead)
Grrah-grrah-boom
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads
Dummy dead and he still in they heads (Every Flocka shot)
Grrt
[Chorus: Pj Glizzy]
Yeah, they mad that we smokin' they deads (Bow-bow)
Dummy dead and he still in they heads
Postin' them pictures, shit just got mе dead (Dead, like)
Catch a Flocka, fill 'еm up with lead (Boom-boom)
Bullets, they hit him, knockin' off his dreads (Off his dreads)
Boom who? What? You off a yerkie (Yerkie)
Bebe dissin', his BM is dirty (Dirty)
Don't forget she the mop, heard she sturdy (Sturdy)
[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
I'ma blast it
I'ma pass it to gang, no basket (Boom)
And my gang on the block, it's no lackin' (No lackin')
We gon' blitz on the opps, no Madden (Bitch)
No cappin', real rap (Real rap)
Mori Blixk, eat a dick (Eat a dick)
Heard you talkin' on gang? You a bitch (You a bitch)
Up the rakes, you get turned to a spliff (Yes)
Say got lined by a bitch (Uh-Huh)
But he talkin' about niggas that dead in his spliff
But Bdot the reason he tripped (Bdotty)
I can't wait 'til a Drilly bop into my spliff
But Roscoe, he feenin' to click
Free the Ape, you were takin' them risks
Spin through the 2s, then we flicked on the Nick (Grrah)
Every opp that we see get hit, like (Gang, bow-bow)
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