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Shy Glizzy

Lonely Vibes

 

Lonely Vibes

(الألبوم: Young Jefe 3 - 2020)


(I know that you miss me)
(But you got too much pride)
(Thought you're not able)
(Then love being lied to)

I heard another nigga got left last night
That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm only on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

Aye, let's count bodies, you ain't got none
Aye, must not know Glizzy he's a teflon
Aye, you play with Gigi, get your head blown
Oh, Ahk went on the move and now he dead and gone
They took 30 and it killed my soul
I do anything to protect my bros
I'm trapping bags bitch, you ain't tryna go to war
Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door
Imagine mama putting yo ass down in the floor
Shoot you with my Rollie on, like, "Bitch it's time to go"
They call it Glizzy 'cause them Glocks is what we tote
I sell that shit, going in your nose, bitch, this street shit all I know

I heard another nigga got left last night
That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm only on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

All rats go to Hell, you know it ain't no telling
And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven
We got tre-57's, Glock 9's and Mac 11's
Don't matter where I go, it's still forever Tre Seven
I got niggas bust ya melon
I just make the damn call, my nigga, he a felon
I turned into to a damn boss
All them ain't fucking with me, fuck they think, I'm playing, dawg?
It was a big shoot out and you got caught in the damn cross
Come and sweep that whole block, yeah, like a damn mop
Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb, we call that a "Lamb chop"
Two bitches on the West Side, make 'em suck the same cock
Hit 'em from they best side, I think they got the same dock, uh

I heard another nigga got left last night
That's why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died
Feel like the realest of 'em all, I'm only on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

(I know that you miss me)
(But you got too much pride)
(Thought you're not able)
(Then love being lied to, oh, oh, oh, oh)

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