| Ghosty, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty
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| Grtttttttttt
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| Told my shoota don’t hit no legs
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| Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
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| See I know I (Fuckkk) keep one up in the head (Twirlll)
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| Do a hit then we fled
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| Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
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| Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
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| Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
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| Move bitch, I’m disturbing the peace, got me feeling like Luda (Skoot, skoot)
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| New drip, (Drip, drip) I’m rocking Amiris, this shit ain’t no Buddha
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| Get hit in the stomach, (Pussy) all of his guts and intestines he threw up
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| (Hahaha)
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| Got rid of the gun, (Got rid of that shit) I had to re-up on a new one
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| Henny, no Georgies, spin through the flossy
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| I’m at the Barclays, and I got floor-seats
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| Treesha’s bye-bye, trynna give orgies
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| Back out, I ain’t trynna end up on Maury (Brt)
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| Too dripped out (Too dripped out), black wrange when the gang (Gang, gang,
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| gang) flip out
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| Clips stick out, reload once the shit slip out
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| Spin 'till we nauseous, bending it often
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| Cup over coasters, we made 'em forfeit
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| Pull up no warnings, hop out and scorch 'em
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| Better be cautious, baited 'em up
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| Walked 'em straight to a coffin (Walked 'em straight to a coffin)
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| They ain’t taking no shots (Pussy)
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| They (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) ain’t scoring
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| 22 the nigga they rap 'bout (Suck my dick)
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| They ain’t the same when the strap out (Gang, gang, gang)
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| If you ain’t know you should check on my background
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| If he ain’t dead then spin back 'round
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| Met a little treesha and she trynna get slapped out
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| Ended up blowing her back out
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| Fuck on the balcony, I made her tap out (Matta, matta) (Brt, brt)
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| (Gang, gang, gang)
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| When we spin, duck
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| Keep that blick tucked
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| If he trip up, (What?) he won’t get up
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| Rest in piss to that boy who got hit with a hollow now he in gelato (Now he in
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| gelato) (Gang, gang)
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| It’s still free the twirlers, I’m screamin' free Kodak, I’m screamin' free Ralo
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| (Twirl!, twirl!)
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| Feel like Tony Montano
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| I shoot you get left, Euro steppin' like Manu
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| With a Treesha in Milano, she drivin' the boat
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| She downin' Moscato
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| Clappin' like standing ovation (Pussy)
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| Brodie gon' chase him, I don’t do chasin'
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| Count hella guap, got paper (Racks, racks)
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| Shit it get dangerous, we don’t feel danger
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| (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) Shooters gon' flock out the wrangler
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| (Grtttttt)
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| (Suck my dick)
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| (Gang, gang, gang) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blixky Gang Freestyle, artist - 22gz. Album song Growth & Development, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп