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pj glizzy - hug the block كلمات الأغنية

[intro: pj glizzy & wockhardt]
b_tch
f_ckin cold winter
everything dead
yo pj? what the f_ck is up?
glah
huh?

[chorus: pj glizzy]
catch a vato, make em disappear
had his mama crying, shedding tears
too many losses, couldn’t show no fears
.25 with me, let a n_gga dare
he could just end up like matt in the air
smoking deads, we don’t really care
playing the block everyday, it was epic
gotta thottie she was moving reckless
[verse 1: pj glizzy]
old heads trynna teach us a lesson
momma dead trynna pay the respects in
shawty bluffin, clutching with no weapon
how the f_ck you trynna get your respect in?
catch yus gz, hit him with the leftn’
send them shots, that’s how you send a message

[verse 2: wockhardt]
uh_uh, why the f_ck your mans too tactic?
hugging the block and my gun tight
brodie lets trap til’ the sunlight
gang in the spot and yeah i f_ck right
she trynna get me for bread, no way
like why y’all keep speaking on n_ggas?
time to mask up and go creep on them n_ggas
stepping forreal, keep my feet on them n_ggas
shaking her ass, make a scene on a n_gga
and we gon’ keep spinning for fun
roll up a blunt while i load up a gun
she trynna say i’m the one
i only show interest when im in the guts
that n_gga portraying the front
just give us some time that n_gga is done
like roaches they scattering out
but his mans in the way and i ain’t even dump
uh
trynna k!ll, my mood is all wocky
percocet got a n_gga moving c_cky
smoking big green buzz no brocolli
over smoke, blue pills, she topped me
renegade, ain’t n0body gonna stop me
unlocked backdoors be slimy
off a 10 and a deuce don’t try me
f_ck a deal ‘cuz the streets been signed me
[verse 3: pj glizzy]
n_ggas rapping the sh_t that we live
i could never put trust in a b_tch
walk down, even if he with his kids
like lil bebe, up and let it rip
all black, ready for the hit
got a nina with extended clips
get the bag so you know i can’t fumble it
quick to shoot so you know i ain’t rumblin
tired of rumors i hear all the mumbling
tired of rumors i hear all the mumbling

[outro: pj glizzy & wockhardt]
hugging the block and my gun tight
brodie lets trap til’ the sunlight
gang in the spot and yeah i f_ck right
she trynna get me for bread, no way
n_ggas rapping the sh_t that we live
i could never put trust in a b_tch
like why y’all keep speaking on n_ggas?
(time to mask up and go creep on them n_ggas)
stepping forreal, keep my feet on them n_ggas
(shawty bluffin, clutching with no weapon)
how the f_ck you trynna get your respect in?
catch yus gz, hit him with the leftn’
send them shots, that’s how you send a message

- pj glizzy

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