Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Double 00 , by - Shy Glizzy. Release date: 16.09.2020
Song language: English
Double 00 |
| These niggas like to hate, that’s why I play it safe |
| Say, «Whats today’s date?» |
| Bitch I don’t know, I sell weight |
| Feel like every day’s my birthday 'cause bitch, I get cake |
| Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opps just got erased |
| Natural born killer, that nigga 'bout his business |
| I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain’t talk to God in a minute |
| And if my niggas want ransom, then you better hope they get it |
| I’m screamin' «Fuck cancer!» |
| Hope my granny keep livin' |
| My son gon' be a king, he won’t see the shit I’ve seen |
| I’ll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream |
| 'Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King |
| Down the mall, across U.S.A., on niggas TV screens |
| I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler |
| I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother |
| Sellin' glizzies to your block, like fuck your lower shooter |
| Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lower moolah |
| You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me 'bout no ho |
| She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq |
| And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O |
| Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til its time to go |
| I feel like I’m blessed, ayy, I feel like the best |
| I just got an AK, yeah, I feel like Malcolm X |
| Fucked in my Adidas, only thing I dream about is sex |
| We fucked inside my Maybach, yeah, I put it |
| And they call me the realest nigga, if you didn’t know |
| Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, my name got weight just like gold |
| And we can off your children if you motherfuckin' troll |
| I just want a billion, thats my long-term goal |
| You say you gettin' money, well, I’m really gettin' money |
| Remember I was poor, I used to look at Mr. Drummond |
| We not a competition, I just keep on shittin' on 'em |
| Fuck what a hater thinkin', I’m a real big homie |
| I just got some new ice now, and I feel a little cooler |
| I just got some new hoes now, and I feel a little smoother |
| Sellin' glizzies to your block, like fuck your lower shooter |
| Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lower moolah |
| You know I keep it G, so don’t ask me 'bout no ho |
| She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong to Marq |
| And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O |
| Yeah, I’ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til its time to go |