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slide thru - lrd glizzy lyrics

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slide thru lyrics
[intro]
yeah gang sh*t
glizzy (real crip)
yeah
(you know wtf goin on)
lrd sh*t (2x)
(what he say)

[verse]
chase em down with this stick im tryna peel some (b*tch) , f*ck the succas blow this foe five bet he feel some (pow pow)

blow it til its empty i pull off and foe nem still dumping (scrrrr), and you know we doubled back cause we still bussin (yeah)

call us deffenbaugh the way that we be dumping sh*t, yo main b*tch on my line just make one call and she gone throat the d*ck (eeehhh)
i ain’t fonkin wit no n*gga that be on socials just be posting sh*t (cap) , n*ggas out here turning on they bros on some bogus sh*t (rat ass n*gga)
f*ck yo n*gga lil yeah im just tryna f*ck, slide down put that drakey on his ass i bet he give it up (grrrraaaaaa)

glizzy on my lap im bussing god only get one on of us, if i didn’t want yo b*tch i guarantee one of my n*ggas f*cked (b*tch n*gga)

(f*ck who) yeah you n*ggas must be silly huh (you n*ggas tripping) , pop up out them cuts you hide in turner like you timmy huh (facts)

reckless when i shoot you want the 30 or the 50 drum, gang affiliated when we slide we do this sh*t for fun (boom boom)

some like liu kang the way this choppa kick (pow pow), run up in his pockets since he talking on that c*cky sh*t (what)

keep thinking ima l!ck til this 40 get to knocking b*tch (boom boom), we shoot first we don’t shoot back yall keep dropping what the problem is

any n*gga get to talking we can shoot it out, no hollows in my glock fmjs they go through yo house

f*cking on yo b*tch and opps i nutted on her mama couch, flexing wit them racks drop a bag that sh*t ain’t nothing now (b*tch)

f*ck yo n*gga b*tch have brody come and stick him up, opps ain’t scored in years i swear to god we up like 50 plus

we good in every hood ain’t n0body gone take sh*t from us (we good), straight up out the 10 we was taught to keep them semi’s tucked (yeah)

b*tch its up don’t let me catch you with that one n*gga (huh), f*ck yo dead brother he got caught and left on stuck n*gga (ha)

chase em with that stick them bullets coming don’t you run n*gga, come to parkwood and get parked n*ggas know that don’t be dumb n*ggas onna gang

[outro]
real crip n*gga you know wtf going on gang sh*t
straight up out the 10 n*ggas know where we be at n*ggas
(yeah)
(gang)

- lrd glizzy lyrics

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