Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 48, artist - Shy Glizzy. Album song FTO, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Familiar Territory
Song language: English
48 |
Young Jefe, holmes |
Uh |
Zaytoven |
That boy Cass |
These niggas so scary |
Won’t let them bury me |
That’s why I keep my 30 I shoot like Curry |
And boy I’m getting money, I’m getting money |
These niggas hilarious, I think they funny |
Empty out his pockets he on easter bunny |
My bitch she trying to play me but I’m not no dummy |
Oh I got some Louis shit can’t wait to swag it up |
I just left the dealership can’t wait to gas it up |
Boy I got a lot of pounds can’t wait to bag em up |
My new bitch from out of town you know she bad as fuck |
What I just spent in Lenox could’ve bought a Audi truck |
I told her she can get it but she can’t stay out the clubs |
Put her on to designer now I can’t find her |
The way she used rock my mic, I should have signed her |
If I knew she was gone be a hoe I would have fined her |
50 on my Glizzy chain I’m just gone blind her |
I’m balling just like 23 way back in '93 |
I’m so high right now feel like I’m on my balcony |
Every time I hear po-po's, feel like they after me |
I bet I blow more money than your favorite athlete |
And my dog Yayo get more bitches than you peons |
Every time I’m in the A, they treat me like I’m Deion |
Glizzy Gang and Neon, niggas know we be on |
I know one thing, they ain’t on the shit that we on |
Got niggas on the Boulevard and niggas on the Crest |
Got too much respect if you play then you get left |
I’m in this bitch with Longway, we smoking stuffed crust |
Damn I had a long day I need somewhere to run |
Feeling just like Kane swerving in that new mustang |
Bitch play with my name smack her with my Jefe ring |
Got my bad habits from my uncle Pootie Tang |
Chasing after cabbage but I ran into the fame |
Tre seven my block, you can’t come there after dark |
Murder Murder Murder 3 gone shoot you with the Glock |
This summer we back Glizzys walking round with knots |
Pistols on our hip won’t be them niggas getting got |
I just left from Saks spent some racks and that’s a fact |
Momma get that call and she gone have a heart attack |
That’s why I stay strapped, loaded like I’m from Iraq |
How that nigga run up and get hit up in his back |
Lay that ass down let that sucka feel them rounds |
Hit him 9 more times ask him how he like the sound |
Lay that ass down pussy cat go and meow |
Wetting up my Cali, swimming in it almost drowned |
Atlanta jugging pounds in an Uber downtown |
Bitch don’t want to maneuver, take her ass downtown |
Dunk on that bitch no lay ups sorry I don’t wanna lounge |
First 48 these niggas promise I won’t make a sound |