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mike myers - sugarhill glitch lyrics

[intro: sugarhill glitch & aj wvtts & bloodie]
(who the f*ck is mark?)
it’s that aj wvtts, n*gga
flockin’ for notti, n*gga
k.i, you really a b*tch, suck my d*ck
the hoes on—
ahh
it’s the top opp, n*gga
n*gga, ahh, ahh

[chorus: bloodie]
kal g, lotti, spliffed
so many deads, i can go down the list (ahh, ahh)
don’t spin in no v, get flipped (n*gga, hold)
get the drop and maneuver that whip (n*gga, grrah, ahh)
grrah, big guns when we troopin’ that strip (n*gga, wait, what?)
tried to run, caught a shot to the head (n*gga, ahh, ahh)
don’t run on that block, you might trip
like, kurt caught a shot to the wait—

[verse 1: sugarhill glitch & aj wvtts]
bro tried to run, he got put in a back (how)
don’t run, put the beam on his back (ahh, ahh)
with my ak, i can never lack
boy tried to run, got shot in his hat (hat)
dissin’ my bros, i’ma up it and boom (wow)
i call bloodie, gon’ slide with the tool (ahh, ahh)
bro tried to run, got shot in his tooth
p—p—pass me the knocka and i know it ain’t stay (bow)
bro tried to run and got shot in his face (like what, like what?)
get behind him, i do it broad day
push up with me and you goin’ with nay (bow)
he tried to duck, caught a shot to the face (ahh, ahh)
my demon, he buggin’, they laced
when they shoot him, he gettin’ away (grrah)
how with n*ggas, they shootin’ away (it’s that aj wvtts, n*gga)
[verse 2: aj wvtts & bloodie]
i’m on some sh*t, if you think we gon’ box
like double guns, when we bend through the flocks (like)
jayrip, courtlandt, n*gga died (rippy)
like, n*gga dumb if you think i won’t fire (phah, like?)
matt sav got put in a box
n*gga dumb like bro where the f*ck was his knocks? (knocks)
li—li—like kurt got hit in his top (hit in his top)
like, glitch gon’ pop out and flock (flock)
d—d—don’t stop for the d’z, if i see me a sweep
o—o—oh that’s jay5ive? i’ma put him to sleep
li—li—like keep throwin’, i’ma get in the street (i’ma get in the street)
li—li—like i had sha, runnin’ on feet
like had banko, duckin’ like cheap (duckin’ like cheap)
like, his ‘jects where he hopped on his feet
grrah, on bops, we was lookin’ for ski
n*gga what? n*gga ahh, ahh

[verse 3: bloodie]
n*gga push up on me, bet he duck (n*gga, what?, hold)
if the car get up close, let it flock (like, ahh, ahh)
don’t spin in no v, we might shoot up the ride (wait, what?)
five guns on the courts, tryna— (ahh, ahh)
roscoe, shoot up the 9 (why?)
tell him, “throw if you we us a 9” (n*gga, ahh, ahh)
we get mad, we gon’ make somethin’ cry (n*gga, ahh)
cars flip when we get on that side (n*gga, ahh, ahh)
[chorus: bloodie]
kal g, lotti, spliffed
so many deads, i can go down the list (ahh, ahh)
don’t spin in no v, get flipped (n*gga, hold)
get the drop and maneuver that whip (n*gga, grrah, ahh)
grrah, big guns when we troopin’ that strip (n*gga, wait, what?)
tried to run, caught a shot to the head (n*gga, ahh, ahh)
don’t run on that block, you might trip
like, kurt caught a shot to the wait— (n*gga, what?, hold)

- sugarhill glitch lyrics

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