Shy Glizzy - First 48 lyrics

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Shy Glizzy - First 48 lyrics

Young Jefe homes Uh [Verse 1] These n***as 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 n***as hilarious I think they funny Empty out his pockets he on easter bunny My b**h she trying to play me but I'm not no dummy Oh I got some louis sh** 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 b**h from out of town you know she bad as f** 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 yo favorite athlete And my dog Yayo get more b**hes than you peons Every time I'm in the A, they treat me like I'm Deon Glizzy Gang and Neon n***as know we be on I know one thing, they ain't on the sh** that we on Got n***as on the Boulevard and n***as on the Crest Got too much respect if you play then you get left I'm in this b**h with long and we smoking stuffed crust Damn I had a long day I need somewhere to run [Verse 2] Feeling just like Kane swerving in that new mustang b**h play with my name smack her with my Jefe ring Got my bad habits from 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 n***as 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 n***a run up and get hit up in his back Lay that a** down let that s**a feel them rounds Hit him 9 more times ask him how he like the sound Lay that a** down p**y cat goin' meow Wetting up my [?] almost drowned Atlanta jugging pounds in an Uber downtown b**h don't want to maneuver, take her a** downtown f**in' that b**h no lay ups sorry I don't wanna lounge First 48 these n***as promise I won't make a sound

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