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lirik lagu hug the block – pj glizzy

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[intro: pj glizzy & wockhardt]
b*tch
f*ckin cold winter
everything dead
yo pj? what the f*ck is up?
glah
huh?

[chorus: pj glizzy]
catch a vato, make em disappear
had his mama crying, shedding tears
too many losses, couldn’t show no fears
.25 with me, let a n*gga dare
he could just end up like matt in the air
smoking deads, we don’t really care
playing the block everyday, it was epic
gotta thottie she was moving reckless
[verse 1: pj glizzy]
old heads trynna teach us a lesson
momma dead trynna pay the respects in
shawty bluffin, clutching with no weapon
how the f*ck you trynna get your respect in?
catch yus gz, hit him with the leftn’
send them shots, that’s how you send a message

[verse 2: wockhardt]
uh*uh, why the f*ck your mans too tactic?
hugging the block and my gun tight
brodie lets trap til’ the sunlight
gang in the spot and yeah i f*ck right
she trynna get me for bread, no way
like why y’all keep speaking on n*ggas?
time to mask up and go creep on them n*ggas
stepping forreal, keep my feet on them n*ggas
shaking her ass, make a scene on a n*gga
and we gon’ keep spinning for fun
roll up a blunt while i load up a gun
she trynna say i’m the one
i only show interest when im in the guts
that n*gga portraying the front
just give us some time that n*gga is done
like roaches they scattering out
but his mans in the way and i ain’t even dump
uh
trynna k!ll, my mood is all wocky
percocet got a n*gga moving c*cky
smoking big green buzz no brocolli
over smoke, blue pills, she topped me
renegade, ain’t n0body gonna stop me
unlocked backdoors be slimy
off a 10 and a deuce don’t try me
f*ck a deal ‘cuz the streets been signed me
[verse 3: pj glizzy]
n*ggas rapping the sh*t that we live
i could never put trust in a b*tch
walk down, even if he with his kids
like lil bebe, up and let it rip
all black, ready for the hit
got a nina with extended clips
get the bag so you know i can’t fumble it
quick to shoot so you know i ain’t rumblin
tired of rumors i hear all the mumbling
tired of rumors i hear all the mumbling

[chorus: pj glizzy]
catch a vato, make em disappear
had his mama crying, shedding tears
too many losses, couldn’t show no fears
.25 with me, let a n*gga dare
he could just end up like matt in the air
smoking deads, i don’t really care
playing the block everyday, it was epic
gotta thottie she was moving reckless

[outro: pj glizzy & wockhardt]
hugging the block and my gun tight
brodie lets trap til’ the sunlight
gang in the spot and yeah i f*ck right
she trynna get me for bread, no way
n*ggas rapping the sh*t that we live
i could never put trust in a b*tch
like why y’all keep speaking on n*ggas?
(time to mask up and go creep on them n*ggas)
stepping forreal, keep my feet on them n*ggas
(shawty bluffin, clutching with no weapon)
how the f*ck you trynna get your respect in?
catch yus gz, hit him with the leftn’
send them shots, that’s how you send a message

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