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stroll - c glizzy lyrics

[intro]
got ’em pleasin they in notion
young n*gga in the tunch yeah we pokin’
lighthouse swervin’
yeah we lane to lane
young n*gga spendin’
we gon’ spend been bout some change
yeah we on the bullsh*t
yeah yeah aye it lil’ glizzy b*tch

[chorus]
walking posted
posted on the stroll b*tch
think the baby need a wipe we cleaning out yo nose sh*t
this that solid sh*t
keep it a hundred never fold sh*t
this that if i’m rocking then you motherf*cking roll sh*t

walking posted
posted on the stroll b*tch
think the baby need a wipe we cleaning out yo nose sh*t
this that solid sh*t
keep it a hundred never fold sh*t
this that if i’m rocking then you motherf*cking roll sh*t

[verse 1]
i’m spinning in a stolo call that b*tch a sw*ng out
call me lil july 4th cause it’s gone be a bangout
posted on the ave servin slabs
i got them tabs on me
tryna test the p*ssy out i dipped and dabed in it
i ain’t finna scope yo house if it ain’t got no cash in it
b*tch tryna charge me for the p*ssy
lil hoe that’s bad business
death before dishonor i put this up on my bros n*ggaa
stack that money we ain’t never beefing bout no hoes n*gga
stay loyal win that’s the way that it goes n*gga
if a n*gga play just collect another soul n*gga
body after body n*gga let’s get it started
shots go to fye fye right after the party
youngin spitting game
and we gone spend been bout some change
lighthouse point stolo swervin lane to lane
don’t think you running up cause this mac 11 got aim
don’t think you running up cause this mac 11 got range
[chorus]
walking posted
posted on the stroll b*tch
think the baby need a wipe we cleaning out yo nose sh*t
this that solid sh*t
keep it a hundred never fold sh*t
this that if i’m rocking then you motherf*cking roll sh*t

[verse 2]
and we don’t cop deuces n*gga we don’t do treasons
just because i switched the vibe up it’s k!lla season
smokin’ sour diesel plotting for a fix
i know dope dealing ain’t a option we tryna get rich
knocking on yo door three times then i’m poking through yo sh*t yung n*gga got dem plays and they in motion and sh*t
run up on me wrong ima pistol toating jit
streets was in a drought so i had to hit a l!ck
straight drop up to hiding weed in my socks
yb head honcho i be bleeding the block
pull up on me swear to god boy i’ll serve ya
run off on me swear to god that ima murk ya
yung n*gga pulling gta doing burglaries
choppa bullets eat ya up sh*t make ya need surgery
and we don’t do attempts lil boy it’s really first degree
we don’t do attempts lil boy it’s really first degree
b*tch (yah yah yah yah yah)
[outro]
mystical sh*t
yb sh*t n*gga get your ass split
my n*gga j in the booth with me
lil j in the booth with me
young n*gga sh*t
36 in the yb sh*t
stop playing
cune
in this b*tch, b*tch

- c glizzy lyrics

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