Correction Paroles 22gz-Blicky gang--offical par 22Gz

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Grrt
Told my shoota don't hit no legs
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Y'all know I keep one up in the head (f**k)
Do a hit then we fled
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Move b*t*h (move b*t*h)
I'm disturbin' the peace, got me feelin' like Luda (skoot, skoot)
New drip, (drip, drip)
I'm rockin' Amiris, this sh*t ain't no Buddha
Get hit in the stomach (pu**y)
All of his guts and intestines he threw up (hahaha)
Got rid of the gun (got rid of that sh*t)
I had to re-up on a new one
Henny, no Georgies, spin through the flossy
I'm at the Barclays, and I got floor-seats
Treesha's bye-bye, tryna give orgies
Back out, I ain't tryna end up on Maury (brrt)
Too dripped out (too dripped out, blicky, the blicky)
Black Range when the gang flip out (gang, gang, gang)
Clips stick out (clips stick out), reload once the sh*t slip out
Spin 'til we nauseous, bendin' it often (Chorus Lil Yeezys) Kooda B (kooda) Got so many girls in spot and i dunno who da b (Bow) Loota ste (loota) chicken da spot and we back at da mall (gang gang gang) fixin my pants and fixin my draws (lotta) get hit in his stomic cuz he writin my walls, No droppin racks when you hittin the halls Move b*t*h (move b*t*h)
I'm disturbin' the peace, got me feelin' like Luda (skoot, skoot)
New drip, (drip, drip)
I'm rockin' Amiris, this sh*t ain't no Buddha
Get hit in the stomach (pu**y)
All of his guts and intestines he threw up (hahaha)
Got rid of the gun (got rid of that sh*t)
I had to re-up on a new one Henny, no Georgies, spin through the flossy
I'm at the Barclays, and I got floor-seats
Treesha's bye-bye, tryna give orgies
Back out, I ain't tryna end up on Maury (brrt)
Too dripped out (too dripped out, blicky, the blicky)
Black Range when the gang flip out (gang, gang, gang)
Clips stick out (clips stick out), reload once the sh*t slip out
Spin 'til we nauseous, bendin' it often
Cup over coasters, we made 'em forfeit
Pull up no warnings, hop out and scorch 'em (hop out and scorch 'em)
Better be cautious, baited 'em up
Walked 'em straight to a coffin (walked 'em straight to his death)
They ain't takin' no shots (pu**y)
They ain't scorin' (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
22 the n***a they rap 'bout (suck my d**k)
They ain't the same when the strap out (gang, gang, gang)
If you ain't know you should check on my background (pu**y, skrrt, skrrt)
If he ain't dead then spin back 'round
Met a little treesha and she tryna get slapped out
Ended up blowin' her back out
f**k on the balcony, I made her tap out (my bad, my bad) (brrt, brrt)
Gang, gang, gang (skrrt, skrrt)
When we spin, duck (pu**y)
Keep that blick tucked
If he trip up (what?), he won't get up
Rest in p*ss to that boy who got hit with a hollow
Now he in Gelato (now he in Gelato) (gang, gang)
It's still free the twirlers
I'm screamin' free Kodak, I'm screamin' free Ralo (twirl, twirl)
Feel like Tony Montano
I shoot you get left, euro steppin' like Manu (euro steppin' like Manu)
With a treesha in Milano, she drivin' the boat
She downin' Moscato
Clappin' like standin' ovation (pu**y)
Brodie gon' chase him, I don't do chasin'
Count hella guap, got paper (racks, racks)
sh*t it get dangerous, we don't feel danger
Shooters gon' flock out the Wrangler (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
Grrt

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