Shy Glizzy - Ain't No Way Around It lyrics

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Shy Glizzy - Ain't No Way Around It lyrics

Fire! Glizzy gang gang Look here muthaf**er. Sorry Ray Charles I never gave ah f** so why my dick hard No gatorade break I'mma ball till I fall He so f**ing ill dawg give that boy a Tylenol Bad chocolate ho, I just call her tootsie roll We on every corner in my hood like a liquor store n***as talk that street sh**, I 'ont know if they faking doe Naa I ain't hating doe, I'm going in p**y hole This youngin 100 y'all 99, Warren Sapp Tony Montana, Glizzy Gang we on crack, we on crack, we on crack Yeah I said we on crack. Ever since I had flow I cut these n***as no slack Glizzy b**h and that stand for Glock. First hunnit thousand I might just shop Buy a couple louie's and a big stone watch Half of my life I was out sellin rocks I swear to god I hate the cops. Did donuts when a n***a got popped, now they wanna keep on riding thru the block And dis n***a here since 2Pac I be up all night like a vampire Jim carry rap n***a, f**in liar liar I stay flyer and I stay higher. I let your girl s** me up call it pacifier Glizzy don't drink but Glizzy like to smoke, and sh** so f**ed up I'm robbing n***as that I know I usta sell o's, I usta steal clothes I swear by any means I'mma get this dough This young n***a, you n***as scared to die BOW! Uh homicide, put em on CSI The last time I cried is when day day died My enemies can run but they can not hide I'm so f**ing fly, I f** this b**h the other night We kissed and said goodbye, she told me have a safe flight I dropped out of school to sell hard white but I got GED in jail, I'mma be alright Okay I'm in my groove, I think I'm so cool I be f**ig b**hes, Mo Better Blues If music don't work than watchu going do? I'mma buy a six deuce and trap like a fool I be with real G's, AK's and 30's Boy you ain't no G, your name just Gary Fear no man I could never be scary, I'm the Sergeant. Glizzy Gang the f**ing military I'm done with all the bullsh**, I'm all about this paper Screaming f** the Feds, they got my animals in cages Black and silver ruger and it tackle like a raider I can fix my own plate, who waits on a waiter Momma going be proud, my hood is too I'mma remodel street and buy my whole clique coupes Buy myself a big body call it bruce bruce Man I can't wait to see my dreams come true Yeah I gotta b**h, but she boutta make me single All she wanna do is argue lets its her lingo New b**h so wet, I get lost like nemo Dollar bills on top of dollar bills like Pringles n***as say they real but baby I 'ont know dawg Look like to me, he just another Rick Ross These n***as don't menaces, Loc Dawg n***a what you say about my momma, O Dawg Shout out to the Yo, that's my muf**in set Shout out to the robbers and the ski mask on my chest But what you p**y n***as do without the Internet Streets Hottest Youngin' Motherf**er I'm the best Ffff Fire!