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judgement day - glizzyglo lyrics

what these n*ggas don’t really know, i’ma let it blow
mr. 55 on the track
trey 8 it gon’ hit his dome, he won’t make it home
bullets hot, let it flock hit his face
cause you n*ggas never know cause i’m on the road, straight money i’m all about breesh
like mama look
you raised you a demon, you think i’m achievin’ the dreams to go to the nba
but sh*t wasn’t sweet, a young n*gga stepped in the streets and copped a new .38
the beam on the sitch, sittin’ real nice
so i gotta make sure my aim right
for the n*ggas that run like y’all ain’t right, that revolver do fits when it’s dark night
cause i got a .9 tucked, tryna run get your mind f*cked when i’m blowin’ the .9
cause we hit him five times
boy you know he ain’t comin’ back, so stop all the hopin’
your homie got shot, you just stood there and saw it
two hands on the ruger, real tight when i blow it
i’m walkin’ the opp strip, it’s just me and my 30 bl!ck, that’s the one that i trust
i can’t cuff a thot b*tch if she down with the treeshy sh*t, kick her ass to the side
five shots in the buildin’, he blowin’ the .9
he be chooin’ the back of the v wit’ the .9
oh he not tryna knuckle up, tryna see what the f*ck is up
oh your homie just died, and no you ain’t pick him up
we say f*ck it cremate him dust, we gon’ smoke on his pack

- glizzyglo lyrics

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