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Blame It On The Glizzy Pt.3 - Dee aura Lyrics

By: Admin | Artist: D dee aura | Published: 2024-29-09T23:21:23:00+07:00

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(you already know who it is man, it’s dj phat, flyest fat n*gga you know, you other n*ggas is never competition 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 cl!ck klack*
i’m finna cl!ck klack, push his sh*t back
trap house, got this sh*t jumpin’ like jumpjacks
extortin’ that n*gga ain’t gettin’ your sh*t back
keep two chops everyday, watch my back
n*gga, uh
blame it on the glizzy
blame it on the glizzy, uh
n*gga, blame it on the glizzy
blame it on the glizzy

[verse* dee aura]
blame that sh*t on that mu’f*ckin’ 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
rеal life sh*t, uh
real life sh*t
thumbin’ it slow, but i’m spеndin’ it quick
go get that sh*t as fast as u spend
i’m in the foreign wit’ mu’f*ckin’ 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*gga, n*gga
n*gga, we the big ass 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 p*ssy, go run sylvester
got two shooters, them n*ggas they western
trap real smart, but i trap in a tesla
(this is a djphatt exclusive)

[verse 2* zellyocho]
countin’ the money, it look so neat
i’m hittin’ that l!ck 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*tch it’s some [kool?], wit’ some drank in it, uh
stay wit’ some bad b*tches
i’m smoking on shark, b*tch i don’t do the whippits, uh
mixing them drugs like a chemist, uh
kick that b*tch out cuz’ she just wanna kick it
i know that you broke, and you know i can’t’t fix it
yea, she know i’m the ticket
i’m f*cking that b*tch and she know she can’t fl!ck it
i’m driving too fast, i f*cked 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*tch 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

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 cl!ck klack*
i’m finna cl!ck klack, push his sh*t back
trap house, got this sh*t jumpin’ like jumpjacks
extortin’ that n*gga ain’t gettin’ your sh*t back
keep two chops everyday, watch my back
n*gga, uh
blame it on the glizzy
blame it on the glizzy, uh
n*gga, blame it on the glizzy
blame it on the glizzy

blame that sh*t on that mu’f*ckin’ 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 u spend
i’m in the foreign wit’ mu’f*ckin’ 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*gga, n*gga
n*gga, we the big ass 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 p*ssy, go run sylvester
got two shooters, them n*ggas they western
trap real smart, but i trap in a tesla
(d*mn djphatt, you got the block hot)

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