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lirik lagu shameless in la – j glizzi

if you run up on me n*gga what is you doing?
ain’t no telling but i got a stick wit me
it’s 420 my b*tch smoking hippie weed
beat the box till it’s red call it mickey d’s
all these n*ggas they hate because i’m having motion
michael phelps, how i swim and i’m in her ocean
i’m the best i’m the goat can you get the notion
i’ll be riding the green so i call it yoshi

i’m finessing i’m feeling like frank
feeling like lip take a b*tch on a date
b*tch, i’m feeling like liam not saying no names
got a snap look like fiona she on the way
b*tch, i’m pouring that red so my cup look like debbie
feeling like ian might steal me a heli(copter)
these n*ggas be peons, like carl got machetes
d*mn sh*t heavy

it’s like me and the gang and we all in a chevy
it’s like eight of us all in a chevy
it’s like 10 of us all from the ghetty
nina. twisting his top, like spaghetti

when i’m rapping, i make it look easy
i’m a ghetto boy feeling like peezy
she wanna l!ck on a lollipop
think i’m confused
that b*tch got me feeling like weezy
feel like tommy i stay with my peej
feel like peej i stay with my tommy
you run up on me get folded origami
getting cash feeling like dami
i’m victorious feeling like robi

got a delorean feeling like marty
b*tch, i feel like the goat when i walk in the party

[haaa]
[hrrrr]

got a delorean feeling like marty
n*gga diss and get put on a shirt
n*gga diss and get put in a he*rs*
and my diamonds they froze like brrr

i deserve it i went through the worst
roll a dutchie i’m smoking that earth
sending shots i ain’t talking about nerf

giving zaa i be working the curb
got an anxiety b*tch i be nervous
twin, glock cavalier, caris levert
b*tch trying to f*ck cause she high of the perc
tryna warn a(warner) n*gga i be throwing bullets like i’m kurt
walk up on your block, and n*ggas run away like i’m a curse

that n*gga dead 6 feet in the earth
pocket they blue like i kidnapped a smurf
i’m with my b*tch with a glock in her purse
trying to get better i’m making it worse
i got a bj inside of a church
it was my b*day think my 21st

b*tch, i be rapping i’m feeling like god
came from the bottom. i’m beating the odds
mix that in a bottle i’m wizard of oz
them n*ggas dying i think i’m the cause

[nah for real]

i just thank god that i’m eating this plate while bro and them making a meal

[nah for real]

remember them days i was bagging up shake, while bro’nem using a scale

[?????]
[sike nah] [nah for real]
remember them days i was playing 2k with bro’nem making a build

[nah for real]

feeling like veazy b*tch when i watch on the tv
i’m with my guys and we scheming
i am a demon i’m shooting sh*t for no reason
hitting your block, and it’s beaming
pouring the wok sometimes i feel like i’m bleeding pouring out blood like i’m jesus

she loving the drop!
she trying to drink all my semon
pull out the titties she teasing
i’m at the top sometimes i feel like new england hitting them bowls and they ringing
she loving the rock sometimes i pull out my ice
i feel like i’m changing the season
i’m f*cking her box i got that lil b*tch creaming
make that b*tch sing like the weeknd

she tryna f*ck but she kinda playing sum defense
look at the p*ssy it’s decent
i play for the bucks but baby
no i am not greeking
i get the bag and she leaching
i’m rolling a wood but but baby no i am not chiefing i only do that on the weekends
i’m misunderstood but hoping these f*ck n*ggas hear me family missing them dearly

how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood
me and my man’s pull up to your block, and we leaving your man’s a wood
i just be sh*tting on n*ggas like wow
i know that they wish they could
walking in your trap and air that b*tch out lil bro’nem taking the goods

[nah for real]

- j glizzi

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