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feel that moment - pj glizzy lyrics

[intro]
glah, glah, boom
gang, gang, gang (glah)
everything dead
glah
everything dead (b*tch)
everything dead
every opp shot (every oop shot)
glah, glah, glah

[chorus]
im just tired of the internet dissing (dissing)
why y’all keep dissing, capping in y’all raps? (in ya raps)
with the bros and you know that we spinning (bow, bow)
lurking, we be trynna make a pack (bow, bow, boom)
free squeeze, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
brodie feenin’, trynna cut a makk (ewok)
i got a chop that go bltt*da*blatt (bltttt)
she wanna love me cuz’ i keep a strap like (bow, bow)
[verse 1]
ain’t no politicking, b*tch i’m upping (upping)
i got chops, f*ck you think i’m clutching? (glah)
i got my knocks why would i be running (b*tch)
h*lla shots if he yell out “what’s gunning?” (gunning)
f*ck the drillys
f*ck the sev
dougie a b*tch, n*gga smoking your dead (dead)
f*ck the fifth, to the sev
imma keep cl!cking, want everything dead (everything dead)

[verse 2]
imma keep cl!cking till’ i feel that moment
we kept spinning like it was a donut (donut)
she get freaky, she get neaky (neaky)
she gon’ up with the 30 and throw it (throw it)
we in fashion, he get sleazy (fashion)
he get shot if he yell out “mbzzly” (mbzzly)
feel like mad max, imma demon (demon)
imma top shotta when im squeezing (squeezing)
free the layo, till the day go (day go)
he gon’ up it, leave that n*gga bleeding (bleeding)
smoking benji, yeah he dead (benji)
rah rah died he got one in the head
oy, og, trynna put a n*gga on a tee (a tee)
n*ggas wanna talk about drills and talk about movies, but they know who was on the scene
[chorus]
im just tired of the internet dissing (dissing)
why y’all keep dissing, capping in y’all raps? (in ya raps)
with the bros and you know that we spinning (bow, bow)
lurking, we be trynna make a pack (bow, bow, boom)
free squeeze, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
brodie feenin’, trynna cut a makk (ewok)
i got a chop that go bltt*da*blatt (bltttt)
she wanna love me cuz i keep a strap like (bow, bow)

[outro]
ain’t no politicking, b*tch i’m upping (that’s a fact)
i got chops, f*ck you think i’m clutching? (glah, glah)
i got my knocks why would i be running
h*lla shots if he yell out “what’s gunnin?” (what’s gunnin’?)
f*ck the drillys
f*ck the sev
dougie a b*tch, n*gga smoking your dead (dead)
f*ck the fifth, to the sev
imma keep cl!cking, want everything dead (everything dead)
glah, glah
gang, gang, gang
glah, glah

- pj glizzy lyrics

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