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Glizz - Flying Str8 lyrics

Artist: Glizz

album: Flying Str8


Ayo
Dem boy bitches someone send 'em back to Saint Annes'
Tuck it in my wasteband, money, still exchange hands
Darling, how you free your pussy for the that wasteman?
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown my schedule tied down
You in a deep end, you try to swim you might drown
I told my little killy, lay low til this dies down
I had a dream last night, I licked half an em
Too real, I can't pretend, weird yutes wamp to dem
I took a L, grab my scales, said "Let's start again"
I'on think I could ever give a bitch my heart again
My killy barbecuing beef, like he grilling meat
But I was in the street, way before the industry
When I was in the T, they were tweeting, spilling tea
Bro this ain't entertainment, this the shit I live and breathe
Pebbled down a half a brizz, divide into dots
Cut with a razor blade then tie it in a knot
My janitor gon' do his job, he's sliding with a mop
You better get it, how you live or live with what you got
I'm on a country lane tryna' skip the M-way
24 hour guarantee, get it the next day
It's dinner time, hit my line, I'm tryna' get paid
I'll die before i'm dead broke, I don't carry dead weight
Dem' boy bitches someone send 'em back to Saint Annes'
Tuck it in my wasteband, money, still exchange hands
Darling, how you free your pussy for the that wasteman?
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedule tied down
You in a deep end, you try to swim you might drown
I told my little killy, lay low til this dies down
He just a gunner for the camera, like DT
In the T, knee deep, boshed it with creatine
I'm on the M1, flying up to B3
This car full of dubs, like an SN1 EP
Check my CV, you know how the game goes
Nuttin' new, same old, trapping in the same clothes
My little killy get it cracking when I say so
Beat suttem' off and make a racket on the main road
Free M, I hope he buss' it on appeal
And she don't want no baby, so she buss it on a pill
The Gods honest truth, I give a fuck about a deal
Tell me how much packs I gotta' flip to run me up a mill'
Dem boy bitches someone send 'em back to Saint Annes'
Tuck it in my wasteband, money, still exchange hands
Darling, how you free your pussy for the that wasteman?
Inshallah, I'm flying straight once this tape lands
Still I need a big bag to put this line down
As long as cats buy brown, my schedule tied down
You in a deep end, you try to swim you might drown
I told my little killy, lay low til this dies down

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