Shy Glizzy - She Like Me lyrics

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Shy Glizzy - She Like Me lyrics

(Hook) If you a f** n***a, keep my name out yo mouth If you a tough n***a, how come ya ain’t out yo house? I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clap If it ain’t bout them bands, n***a, what ya talkin’ bout? Young n***a, whachya talkin’ bout? I don’t care whachya talkin’ bout Mama said why all this cash up in ‘er house? Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin’ bout (Verse) Glizzy got the bounce, smoke at the ounce b**h I’m talkin’ bout a ? ticket fo’ the house Bet ya neva had 200 000 in yo couch Ouch, she’ll make a p**y n***a blow Police kick the door, don’t know what they talkin’ bout I won’t run my mouth, snitchers get put in the ground You can ask around, I’m the hottest guy in town I neva seen them out, don’t know what they talkin’ bout They ain’t keep it 100 when they see me comin’ up Screetch side is younger, no, b**h, I’m just warming up Chichi on my chain, bet you will neva see a two You run up, you get bust, show ya act up in the club (Hook) If you a f** n***a, keep my name out yo mouth If you a tough n***a, how come ya ain’t out yo house? I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clap If it ain’t bout them bands, n***a, what ya talkin’ bout? Young n***a, whachya talkin’ bout? I don’t care whachya talkin’ bout Mama said why all this cash up in ‘er house? Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin’ bout (Verse 2) My young’n must be keep it They be wylin’ fo’ no reason Got goodmen, gotta keep em n***as switch up like the season I’m not having in no meeting Put that n***a in the cement b**h n***a we not beefing Or your family won’t be eating If you come to my house You see that chopper on the couch Smoking on that OG, sh** turned me to Mr. Chow He can’t afford an ounce Tho he smoke on blacka mouse This sh** I got too loud Can’t hear sh** he talkin’ bout Realest young n***a comin’ straight up out the slums Glizzy Glizzy b**h that kinda dish came out the lung ? at my strippers, but they neva see no-one Lil n***a, you my son, f**ed yo sister and yo moms (Hook) If you a f** n***a, keep my name out yo mouth If you a tough n***a, how come ya ain’t out yo house? I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clap If it ain’t bout them bands, n***a, what ya talkin’ bout? Young n***a, whachya talkin’ bout? I don’t care whachya talkin’ bout Mama said why all this cash up in ‘er house? Sorry, momma, I don’t know whachya talkin’ bout

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