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Gl!zzy - THE PRELIMS Lyrics



Gl!zzy - THE PRELIMS Lyrics
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(Yea)
(Lets get it, lets go)
In the streets, got ties like a f*ckin rope
Took yo bitch to the crib, told her drop the soap
I took yo hoe to my home, told her lets elope
Keep yo f*ckin body in the river, hope it don't float
Knock ya out, like we doin surgery
We don't ever tell the truth in court, we committing perjury
Turn a motherf*ckin trap house to a murder scene
Don't tell nobody what you got, unless you want a burglary
Lil bro finna crash out, so where's the closest cemetery near me?
Free my f*ckin brother, just came from preliminary hearing
We gon' make like David Blaine, caught a body, disappear
Play wit the gang, hang you upside down, like a chandelier
(Huh, huh, yea, yea)
(Huh, huh, yea, yea)
(What thugn say? Thugn said, he said sum like)
F*ck a glock, meet my sig sauer,
Every case i ever caught, shit got dropped, thank god to my lawyer
Pick up a couple things, ship it cross the border
I got that make a bunch of f*ckin money disorder
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(Yea)
(Lets get it, lets go)
In the streets, got ties like a f*ckin rope
Took yo bitch to the crib, told her drop the soap
I took yo hoe to my home, told her lets elope
Keep yo f*ckin body in the river, hope it don't float
Knock ya out, like we doin surgery
We don't ever tell the truth in court, we committing perjury
Turn a motherf*ckin trap house to a murder scene
Don't tell nobody what you got, unless you want a burglary
Lil bro finna crash out, so where's the closest cemetery near me?
Free my f*ckin brother, just came from preliminary hearing
We gon' make like David Blaine, caught a body, disappear
Play wit the gang, hang you upside down, like a chandelier
(Huh, huh, yea, yea)
(Huh, huh, yea, yea)
(What thugn say? Thugn said, he said sum like)
F*ck a glock, meet my sig sauer,
Every case i ever caught, shit got dropped, thank god to my lawyer
Pick up a couple things, ship it cross the border
I got that make a bunch of f*ckin money disorder
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Writer: Andrew Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Gl!zzy - THE PRELIMS Video
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Performed By: Gl!zzy
Language: English
Length: 1:43
Written by: Andrew Rogers

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