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glizzy on em - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
((d*mn, d*mn))
(hey hustle) ((d*mn, uh, hey hustle))
(d*mn, d*mn)
(it sound like a motherf*cking storm) (yo hustle)
([?], haha)
uh, uh, uh (on the men)

[chorus]
uh, this n*gga in my way gotta roll out
keep dragging on b*tches i ain’t using my mask
b*tch you just talking good game hope you know how to f*ck
n*gga toting that iron but don’t know how to move
n*gga try to cut into me i done made him a move
better tighten up or i knock out your screws
i’m cleaning my gun i done took it apart (d*mn)
n*gga believed me i told him i’m selling my glock (sweet ass)
n*gga think i don’t know that he f*ck with my opp
i’m f*cking this bm and she know he my opp (on the men)
i ain’t tryna be seen i come out at like 10 o’clock
n*gga just rap about drac’s i ride with that micro
think he heard what i said? i ain’t making no typo (hey heard you what i said?)
[?] she on mе she ain’t even my typе of ho
i bag you it’s over i advise you let it go

[verse]
uh, d*mn, these n*ggas they know how i’m coming
don’t question me b*tch i just told you i’m coming
i’m f*cking with homie i need a thousand to function
i’m high off that weed roll it up just to function
i ain’t f*cking with n*ggas they’re giving me scared vibes
i’m cracking your ass if you give me fed vibes
this n*gga too quiet i’ma sit back and watch him
i’m online to get some money just sit back and watch it
i done lost some of the men this sh*t getting rocky
the law on my d*ck man this sh*t in the way
i’m f*cking with this b*tch i’d hate to push her out the way
i walk with them dubs, that twenty is light (on the men)
this gun will blind your ass and it ain’t got no flashlight (this gun it’ll blind you)
put your pride to the side or this gon’ be your last life
heard he a athlete well this gon’ be his last game
n*gga said he my man he don’t even know my real name (on the men)
n*gga preaching to me and he walk with a ghost glock (d*mn, d*mn)
i ain’t even gotta test it you know it’s a factory glock
and you ain’t got no money you get buried in a wooden box (uh uh uh)
i know the law listen i don’t condoning the violence
i’m just playing with these bags tryna make this sh*t work
you trying to fit in then your ass getting worked
that n*gga came home too fast go check his paperwork
[chorus]
uh, this n*gga in my way gotta roll out
keep dragging on b*tches i ain’t using my mask
b*tch you just talking good game hope you know how to f*ck
n*gga toting that iron but don’t know how to move
n*gga try to cut into me i done made him a move
better tighten up or i knock out your screws
i’m cleaning my gun i done took it apart
n*gga believed me i told him i’m selling my glock
n*gga think i don’t know that he f*ck with my opp
i’m f*cking this bm and she know he my opp (uh)
i ain’t tryna be seen i come out at like 10 o’clock
n*gga just rap about drac’s i ride with that micro
think he heard what i said? i ain’t making no typo
[?] she on me she ain’t even my type of ho
i bag you it’s over i advise you let it go

[outro]
(d*mn, uh i bag you uh uh uh i advise you let it go uh)
(n*gga i’ma creep up on you, uh uh uh)
(i put that glizzy on ’em)
(uh, d*mn, [?] put that glizzy on him capping*ass n*gga i’m putting that glizzy)
(capping*ass n*gga i’m putting that glizzy on ’em)

- semi homie lyrics

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