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