Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Long, artist - Shy Glizzy. Album song Street Lessons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sinatra
Song language: English
Not Long |
| 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 |