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Jemille Edwards
Jemille Edwards
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Igor Górski
Igor Górski
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Caden Sheputis
Caden Sheputis
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Prodcaden
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MixedByNick
MixedByNick
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Matthew Clemens
Matthew Clemens
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Ay, af-after every bar, just, just clap After every bar, just clap, with the glizzy though When I walk up in this bitch, I do the two-step Brodie put that crouton on the back of glizzy, that boy too stretched That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too whipped I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ay Walkin' with a limp, I got that dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah Jumpin' out the whip, you just hear "blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah" How you started fuckin' with that doggy? You can't lie about it I be geeked up, rollin' off my shot, I gotta get fried about it I done caught a body, seen his face and I couldn't sleep about it Runnin' in these streets, I gotta pace, I gotta keep my rocket Wodie got pulled over, caught a case and then he started preachin' Wodie changed his life, he went to church and then he turned to deacon I done seen a gangsta turn a wanksta, no apparent reason I done hit the doggy with the tranq' and then it made it decent, uh Bitch, I'm fuckin' with that dah-dah-dah-dah-dah They had a LoJack on the whip, I caught a bah-bah-bah, uh Hear the doggies howlin' at the moon, I'm really outside with the goons We outside 'til the sun to noon, 'til the sun to night And we gon' get it right We parkin' up them Vs and we gon' hop out, we gon' take ya life, uh When I walk up in this bitch, I do the two-step Brodie put that crouton on the back of glizzy, that boy too stretched That bad bitch, she put that coochie on that nigga, now he too whipped I bought two whips, one to do the drills and one to move the whole brick, ay Walkin' with a limp, I got that dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah Jumpin' out the whip, you just hear "blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah" How you started fuckin' with that doggy? You can't lie about it I be geeked up, rollin' off my shot, I gotta get fried about it
Writer(s): Jemille Edwards, Igor Górski, Caden Sheputis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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