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Lonely Vibes
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Shy Glizzy
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I know that you miss me But you got too much pride (Oh) Nothing I hate more than not bein' 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 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 Ayy, let's count bodies, you ain't got none, ayy Must not know Glizzy, he's a teflon, ayy You play with GG, get your head blown, 'own Ahk went on the move and now he dead and gone They took 30 and it killed my soul I'll do anything to protect my bros I'm droppin' bags, but you ain't tryna go to war Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door Imagine your mama puttin' your ass down in that floor Shoot you with my Rollie on like, bitch, it's time to go They call us Glizzys 'cause them Glocks is what we tote I sell that shit go in your nose, bitch, this street shit all I know, oh 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 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 tellin' And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven We got trey-57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s Don't matter where I go, it's still forever Tre Seven I got niggas bust your melon, I just make the damn call My nigga, he a felon, I turned him to a damn boss Told 'em they ain't fuckin' with me, fuck they think, I'm playin', dawg? It was a big shootout and you got caught in the damn cross' Come and sweep the whole block, yup, like a damn mop Skrrt off in a stolen Lam', we call that a Lam' 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 doc', oh 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 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 Nothing I hate more than not bein' lied to Not this time too
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