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chopper flow - shy glizzy lyrics

[intro: shy glizzy]
(6ix)
yeah
young jefe, holmes

[verse 1: shy glizzy]
yeah, i’m at hollywood, but i ain’t really with the actin’
i walked up in the party, b*tch, you know i keep the ratchet
none of my n*ggas can’t get no job, so all of them be choppin’
bad b*tch got a fatty and she got her face tatted
play with glizzy gang and, n*gga, they gon’ smoke y’all
i can go to [?] like i’m f*ckin’ o*dog
how you supposed to be a p? you ain’t pass the b*tch at all
n*gga, i been hittin’ these b*tches way before y’all
[?] clothes on me, i even fly her overseas
she say, “i’m verified, my n*gga can’t get hold of me”
i’m on control the beat, n*ggas ain’t as cold as me
she ask me what’s my age, i told that b*tch it’s double street (double)
don’t make a sound (a sound), you out of bounds (bounds)
tattletale*ass n*ggas can’t come around
i don’t trust these b*tches, only trust my bank account
it ain’t no new sheriff, b*tch, it’s a new gangster in town

[verse 2: b.g.]
we do this for the town (town), we do this for the rounds (rounds)
we do this for the homies on the rough, pushin’ pounds (pounds)
we do this for the real street kings, rockin’ crowns (crowns)
when real gangsters pull up, you n*ggas better bow (wow)
real gangster in this b*tch, street n*ggas know my status (status)
been about that murder gang, check my murder jacket (jacket)
playin’ with the boy, you gon’ end up in a casket (deep)
playin’ with the boy, you gon’ end up target practice (facts)
got a hot girl and she love to call me daddy (daddy)
swear that p*ssy feel like it come from another planet (mars)
ooh, she so nasty, in the city, she the baddest (baddest)
told me, “b, i’m ’bout to go and get your face tatted” (oh yeah)
never been a p*ssy, keep a tour bus full of k!llers (k!llers)
came off the porch and i was runnin’ with the hitters (hitters)
uptown dog, louisiana landlord (lord)
slap a p*ssy n*gga like i’m playin’ handball (bah)
i got some lil’ youngins that’s gon’ get that pack off (off)
yeah, my lil’ b*tch, she like to stunt her ass off
i popped up out the feds, still that hold sh*t down (down)
everybody know a real gangster back in town, for real

- shy glizzy lyrics

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