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pj glizzy – quick to attack كلمات اغاني

[intro: pj glizzy & lefty goon]
og f_ckin’ e n_gga
gang_gang_gang, everything dead
every opp shot
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah
grrah, gang_gang_gang
grrah_grrah

[verse 1: lefty goon]
brodie blitz through the front, i’ma blitz through the back
we them demons that’s quick to attack
if you shoot in our block then we know that’s your ass (we gang)
can’t forget who got shot in his back
keep dissin’ my brothers, better have your strap
man down, leave his brains in a cab
catch ya’ b_tch, she get hit with a jab
spin through the 5th, tryna catch me a makk
[verse 2: bdot goon]
yo lefty, we gon spin through the 8, cruisin’ like, “where lil nesty?”
catch em lackin’, do em’ like his bestie, brodie wit’ me and this sh_t’ll get heavy
three deep like, ed, edd & eddy, thotty wan’ rump, tell her she not ready
we get jiggy, it get messy, smokin’ that boy that got poked in his belly

[verse 3: jay avianne]
she wan’t me to eat it but i’m tryna beat up the box, shorty decent and leave wit’ the top
oyogz, everybody shot, yo (shh) to feel like i ain’t beat the tw_t
you shoulda’ just gave me the mop, b_tch i’m from courtlandt, don’t care bout ya’ block
call up pj, we makin’ it hot, cruisin’ in the v on everybody block

[verse 4: pj glizzy]
ain’t no politicin’, we gon’ cl!ck em’, i got thirty on me, i ain’t missin’
young mind n_ggas, we came from the trenches, every rider we seen, we got missin’
yus gz, you a b_tch, when you see me you really better up that smithin’
spin the t’s, let it rip, i bet dotti gon’ cl!ck it, reemo and them missin’

[verse 5: sugarhill keem & sha ek]
that’s a thot so i beat up her box, and no, we ain’t cuffin’ thots
i love my n_ggas, everybody shot, f_ck dougie, we smokin’ his pops
i don’t wanna f_ck, just gimme the top
(grrah, aka move_look, ya’ n_ggas know the vibes)
(smokin’ all deads)
grrah, grrah
(gang_gang_gang)
[verse 6: sha ek]
set da trend, you was just on my d_ck, and n_ggas heard you ran on jayrip
how the f_ck you ain’t die wit’ ya muddy? spin through the sev, do em’ like he dummy
die gz, die 5z, die 8, blockwork a b_tch, n_ggas made him a plate
on my o, every block that i touch i be great, and it’s f_ck that lil kev, we screamin’, “free the 8th”

[verse 7: wockhardt]
shoot a movie, this sh_t gettin’ graphic, like, red beam hit his top, do a backflip
i be steamin’ on the lotti, won’t pass it, like, spin the 4z catch a opp, sh_t tragic
i be smokin’ on the n_ggas that they can’t get back, spin both ways tryna figure where they at
chase down gang, n_gga better run fast, 2woo pack, yeah, i’m smokin’ on gas

[verse 8: cj goon]
i’m back and i’m better, just wan’t you to listen, why the f_ck is all these n_ggas dissin’?
smokin’ on lotti but rah rah hit different, grip her ass while she holdin’ the smithin’
me and top, we like jordan and pimpin, get to cl!ckin’ while they get to trippin’
still smokin’ that boy that was slippin’, i’m a renegade goon, ion’ listen

[outro]

brodie blitz through the front, i’ma blitz through the back
we them demons that’s quick to attack
if you shoot in our block then we know that’s your ass (we gang)
can’t forget who got shot in his back

yo lefty, we gon spin through the 8, cruisin’ like, “where lil nesty?”
catch em lackin’, do em’ like his bestie, brodie wit’ me and this sh_t’ll get heavy

she wan’t me to eat it but i’m tryna beat up the box, shorty decent and leave wit’ the top
oyogz, everybody shot, yo (shh) to feel like i ain’t beat the tw_t

ain’t no politicin’, we gon’ cl!ck em’, i got thirty on me, i ain’t missin’
young mind n_ggas, we came from the trenches, every rider we see, we got missin’

that’s a thot so i beat up her box, and no, we ain’t cuffin’ thots
i love my n_ggas, everybody shot, f_ck dougie, we smokin’ his pops

set da trend, you was just on my d_ck, and n_ggas heard you ran on jayrip
how the f_ck you ain’t die wit’ ya muddy? spin through the sev, do em’ like he dummy

shoot a movie, this sh_t gettin’ graphic, like, red beam hit his top, do a backflip
i be steamin’ on the lotti, won’t pass it, like, spin the 4z catch a opp, sh_t tragic

i’m back and i’m better, just wan’t you to listen, why the f_ck is all these n_ggas dissin’?
smokin’ on lotti but rah rah hit different, grip her ass while she holdin’ the smithin’

- pj glizzy

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