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scarred 4l - shy glizzy lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, 6ix)
oh (ayy, ju)
see, i ain’t been in the booth in a minute, right?
a few months or so
i been f*cked up
n*gga been goin’ through sh*t
mental illness, you know?
but i’m back now, b*tch, haha
yeah, i’m back now, uh*huh
can’t hold a real n*gga down, you dig?
long live 30, long live loc, free the gang

[verse]
uh, i don’t really like to brag, though
who i said i wasn’t no millionaire? i spent that on my last ho
yeah, and they done made me mad, though
young n*gga, i’m from that yo, they label me an assh0l*
the industry tryna ban me
i ain’t even call that b*tch a b*tch and she still tried to jam me
yeah, yeah, now i’m way out in miami
i nutted in a n*gga b*tch, i had to get a plan b
yeah, yeah, i’m out way out in miami
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout b00by, hold up, let me get my lam’ key
b*tch, i know the rеal sosa, no sammy
her dress givenchy, shе rock that b*tch with no panties
ooh, young jefe, he a boss
middle fingers to the sky, f*ck all of y’all
what trenches is you from? boy, you ain’t hard
we be passin’ that ho around, but she ain’t ours
word to my mother, these b*tches stars
they be f*ckin’ on me and my brother, i swear to god
b*tch, we copped them foreigns off the lot
i pulled up in that g*wagen, she rode over my heart
girl, i’m scarred for life, my heart is ripped
so i hope you apologize for all the sh*t you did
and the way i turnt you up, that sh*t got b*tches on my d*ck
by 2025, i’m tryna have another kid
by the time i was twenty*five, i already sold a hundred bricks
oops, i didn’t say that, i forgot that b*tch a snitch
and according to them blog sites, i’m just a lunatic
but ain’t n0body know that we just got us a new crib
baby, wear your bib
’cause you just made a mess that you ain’t never gon’ forget
ayy, baby, wear your bib
’cause you just made a mess that you ain’t never gon’ forget
fly sh*t only, we ain’t never ever landin’
i’m toxic, baby, like to f*ck a b*tch standin’
oh, now my real b*tch can’t stand me
i hope my real b*tch ain’t f*ckin’ with no random
i just hit a j, but i’m still pourin’
hundred k today, i got real motion
they tried to call the cops, but i’m still totin’
this a big yacht, that’s a real ocean
and i got real soldiers, no, don’t say i told you
f*ck you gonna go? b*tch, we all over
check my passport, i ain’t no local joker
you tried to slime me out, but i’m the king cobra

- shy glizzy lyrics

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