| Young Jefe Holmes
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| Brr, brr, yeah
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| King of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (Oh)
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| My shooter got a fifty, you gon' get your ass smoked (Grrrrt)
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| They call me Glizzy Glizzy, didn’t they tell you I ain’t no joke?
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| (Glizzy, Glizzy Gang)
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| These niggas must be silly thinkin' they playin' with my folks (Oh, oh)
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| Thinkin' they playin' with my money, thinkin' they playin' with my ho (Yeah)
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| She linked up with a dope boy, now she playin' with her nose (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| He got hit with that choppa, now he lyin' on the floor (Grrrah)
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| Bitch I ain’t no joke (Bow), they should’ve told you I ain’t no joke (Yeah)
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| I’m way out Cali (Yeah), playin' with them packs (Uh)
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| But soon as I get back, a couple niggas gettin' whacked (On God)
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| Niggas think they playin' with me, well, I think not (Not)
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| Boy don’t you know a body only cost a couple racks (Ha)
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| My bitch 'bout her dough, 2020 roll (Ooh)
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| Yeah she in her glow, and she look good head to toe (Head to toe)
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| Got a phone call (Brr), police just snatched 'Lo (Woah)
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| Screamin' free my dawg (Free the gang)
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| I do it for the Yo (Yo, Yo)
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| And Fleck got shot, yeah but watch the get back (Fleck)
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| Them Glizzies hit your block, and you ain’t even hit back (GG)
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| I put that shit on Thirty, I ain’t with the chit-chat (Thirty, Thirty)
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| And you ain’t gotta worry, it’s clicked back (Boom, oh)
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| King of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (Oh)
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| My shooter got a fifty, you gon' get your ass smoked (Grrrrt)
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| They call me Glizzy Glizzy, didn’t they tell you I ain’t no joke?
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| (Glizzy, Glizzy Gang)
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| These niggas must be silly thinkin' they playin' with my folks (Ah, ah, ah)
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| Thinkin' they playin' with my money, thinkin' they playin' with my ho (Ah)
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| She linked up with a dope boy, now she playin' with her nose (Ah, ah)
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| He got hit with that choppa, now he lyin' on the floor (Grrrah)
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| Bitch I ain’t no joke (Ah), they should’ve told you I ain’t no joke (Ah, ah, ah,
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| ah)
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| Mister Run the Town (Yeah), Mister Run the Rounds (Boom)
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| Ain’t no respect for clowns, they know how I’m gettin' down (Yeah)
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| Don’t disrespect no parts of me, know that was out of bounds (No no)
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| I’ma catch you with that ARP and shoot you to ground (Boom, boom-boom,
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| boom-boom, boom-boom)
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| I got killers to the left of me and killers to the right (Ah)
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| So pussy you better lucky if you make it through the night (God damn)
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| You know your bitch on my dick, I’m thinking 'bout bookin' that bitch a flight
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| (God damn, God damn)
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| She seen my neck and my wrist, she told me to book that bitch tonight (Oh, oh)
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| Okay, nasty bitch, she want foreplay (Okay, okay)
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| Every day, I get truck load from Jorge (Jorge)
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| Coach Jefe, bitch, I never called a poor play (Young Jefe Holmes)
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| Free DF, bitch (Free DF)
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| He’s been waitin' on that court date (GG)
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| King of my city, yeah they treat me like the pope (Oh)
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| My shooter got a fifty, you gon' get your ass smoked (Grrrrt)
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| They call me Glizzy Glizzy, didn’t they tell you I ain’t no joke?
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| (Glizzy, Glizzy Gang)
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| These niggas must be silly thinkin' they playin' with my folks (God damn,
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| God damn, God damn)
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| Thinkin' they playin' with my money, thinkin' they playin' with my ho (What)
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| She linked up with a dope boy, now she playin' with her nose (Ah, ah, ah)
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| He got hit with that choppa, now he lyin' on the floor (Grrrah)
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| Bitch I ain’t no joke, they should’ve told you I ain’t no joke
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| Oh |