Correction Paroles Blame It On The Glizzy Pt.3 par Zelly Ocho

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(You already know who it is man, it's Dj Phat, flyest fat n***a you know, you other n***as is never compet**ion ya dig?)

[Chorus]- Dee Aura
Yea
I cannot wait for nothin'
(DJPhatt aw man)
I cannot wait for nothin'
Off two dimes, Carlito, i'm bussin'
Real right blood, I call you my bousin
All blue hunnits', no I am not cousin
Slide on the opps, might slide on my cousin
You with the other side, no discussion
I'm finna click klack-
I'm finna click klack, push his sh*t back
Trap house, got this sh*t jumpin' like jumpjacks
Extortin' that n***a ain't gettin' your sh*t back
Keep two chops everyday, watch my back
N***a, uh
Blame it on the glizzy
Blame it on the glizzy, uh
N***a, blame it on the glizzy
Blame it on the glizzy

[Verse]- Dee Aura
Blame that sh*t on that mu'f**kin' glizzy
Blame that sh*t on that glizzy, no kizzy
Gettin' so high, you would think i'm a hippie
Trap real smart 'cuz this sh*t too risky
How many shooters I got in the bity?
Carlito baller, I'm slidin' with 50
Aura Carlito the brand new Diddy
We got smokе, don't come to my bity
Real life sh*t, uh
Rеal life sh*t
Thumbin' it slow, but I'm spendin' it quick
Go get that sh*t as fast as you spend
I'm in the foreign wit' mu'f**kin' tints
Don't make money then it don't make cents
Brand new Amiri's I got offa' Ssense
I'm not Jay Z, but I got the blueprint
Steppas'
N***a, n***a
N***a, we the big a** steppas'
I let it go, let it fly like a feather
Diamonds, they lit like a movie projector
Talk real hot, get put on a stretcher
She got a pu**y, go run Sylvester
Got two shooters, them n***as they Western
Trap real smart, but I trap in a Tesla
(This is a DJPhatt exclusive)

[Verse]- Zelly Ocho
Countin' the money, it look so neat
I'm hittin' that lick cuz' it's sweet
I'm countin' them racks, I don't know how to read
She came to the stu', she don't even sing
I don't gotta follow cuz' i'm in the lead
You know that I'm cool with the feinds
Who on my team?
B*t*h it's some [Kool?], wit' some drank in it, uh
Stay wit' some bad b*t*hes
I'm smoking on shark, b*t*h I don't do the whippits, uh
Mixing them drugs like a chemist, uh
Kick that b*t*h out cuz' she just wanna kick it
I know that you broke, and you know I can't fix it
Yea, she know I'm the ticket
I'm f**king that b*t*h and she know she can't flick it
I'm driving too fast, I f**ked up the engine
Money come first and I don't got no feelings
Hit that boy up and we did him the illest
That gun kinda' tall like I walk wit' a midget, oh
We smokin' your boyfriend
This a new weekend, I got some new bands
She was ridin' wit' em so we smokin' on your girlfriend
I was sippin' on the lean, whole time the b*t*h was a coke head
We outside ya' house, let them sticks out, this not a protest
Choppa' hit em' up, he still live, but he ain't got no legs
[Chorus]- Dee Aura
I cannot wait for nothin'
I cannot wait for nothin'
Off two dimes, Carlito, i'm bussin'
Real right blood, I call you my bousin
All blue hunnits', no I am not cousin
Slide on the opps, might slide on my cousin
You with the other side, no discussion
I'm finna click klack-
I'm finna click klack, push his sh*t back
Trap house, got this sh*t jumpin' like jumpjacks
Extortin' that n***a ain't gettin' your sh*t back
Keep two chops everyday, watch my back
N***a, uh
Blame it on the glizzy
Blame it on the glizzy, uh
N***a, blame it on the glizzy
Blame it on the glizzy

[Verse]- Dee Aura
Blame that sh*t on that mu'f**kin' glizzy
Blame that sh*t on that glizzy, no kizzy
Gettin' so high, you would think i'm a hippie
Trap real smart 'cuz this sh*t too risky
How many shooters I got in the bity?
Carlito baller, I'm slidin' with 50
Aura Carlito the brand new Diddy
We got smoke, don't come to my bity
Real life sh*t, uh
Real life sh*t
Thumbin' it slow, but I'm spendin' it quick
Go get that sh*t as fast as you spend
I'm in the foreign wit' mu'f**kin' tints
Don't make money then it don't make cents
Brand new Amiri's I got offa' Ssense
I'm not Jay Z, but I got the blueprint
Steppas'
N***a, n***a
N***a, we the big a** steppas'
I let it go, let it fly like a feather
Diamonds, they lit like a movie projector
Talk real hot, get put on a stretcher
She got a pu**y, go run Sylvester
Got two shooters, them n***as they Western
Trap real smart, but I trap in a Tesla
(Damn DJPhatt, you got the block hot)

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