Face Off
Lor Glizz
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Nigga a bitch, think he hard 'cause he gotta fake car, knock his whole face off Hit the gas and they bitch go Mmm, we ain't riding no race car Shit I got on cost me a bannies Bitches get wet and they dropping they panties Turn that shit, I know that can't stand me It's time to slide all black like I'm randy Who that? Know it's big Glizz and you knew that Who he shot? G you ain't do that Go take ya bitch inna room, blow her back out They thought I quit but, a lor Nigga back out Post onna gram man I'm Rey bring the racks out Aye you know I'm onna 1, ODC be the gang we gon' rule a bunch These bitches on dick don't know who to munch Know it's six lor niggas who cool as us? Like f*ck it, try reach for that blick Imma shoot at 'em Ion talk onna gram, what I do to him Know I said it before, who influenced them? When they bluff on the gram, man I'm booing 'em I get racks onna day, I'll show em Don't f*ck wit that boy, don't even try blow me When she got bad, lor niggas ain't know me When they hear this bitch, gon' crank like OD Bitches wan' f*ck now I'm fake and I'm phony It was hard times like maine I was lonely Don't play wit' bitch Niggas, don't f*ck with the Sony You can play wit yo, but I'm not wit the madden He was dissing on me, now his ass inna casket Niggas be bluffin, don't do no ratchets We hopping out of this bitch wanting static Brought a knife to a gun fight, boy that is sad Bad bitch on side of me never been average Lv bag 'cause the bricky He want me dead, tell that bitch come get me Say f*ck back then, I was crashing for bitties Start hitting push ups, kai was wit' me Nigga a bitch, think he hard 'cause he gotta fake car, knock his whole face off Hit the gas and they bitch go Mmm, we ain't riding no race car Shit I got on cost me a bannies Bitches get wet and they dropping they panties Turn that shit, I know that can't stand me It's time to slide all black like I'm randy Aye, cool it, tell that lor Nigga cool it Chop stick and it came wit' a coolin' kick 16 young Nigga be doing shit Say he hotter than me is you dumb boy? Got me hot you don't know what you done boy Geeked up, rock star lor Nigga pop star Rock like a band 'cause you know that this Glock hard Feelin' like scudda, getting groovy off wok hard And you moving by the book, did you even take a look Come close range gimme bitch Niggas shook Walk in the party, the pole in Nothing died on that boy, semicolon Now he died 'cause a real Nigga owed 'em (Now he died 'cause a real Nigga owed 'em)
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