Shy Glizzy – Waikiki Flow Lyrics

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[Verse]
If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon’ remember you
Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals
Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal
Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds
All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins
First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again
Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace
Gave me more head than she gave me body
Bitch thinkin’ she slick ’cause she fuckin’ Lil Yachty
Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil’ body
Niggas actin’ like Big Meech on the iPad
RIP, niggas gon’ type that
Love all my fans even if I don’t write back
Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at?
Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock
And I went platinum way before hip-hop
Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps
Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin’
I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin’
Rollin’ big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wildin’
1942, know what she goin’ do
Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon’ make a porn too
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you
This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for?
Runnin’ with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag got me in my bag
Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag
Ham ass niggas, they ain’t blockin’ my path
They envy a nigga, they jockin’ my swag
I got a .40 cal in the man bag
Forty thousand on merch, what you think they gon’ say?
I got a bitch look like Meagan Good
When she playin’ ’em waist-deep, lil’ bitch, she a freak
I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come with a key
I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me
I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga, tryna get one on me
Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret
Look at my pockets, they on Rakeisha
Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy
KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki
On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet
And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat
I done lost a couple of mine fuckin’ with these streets
But you better bet the other side feelin’ my grief
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

[Outro]
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
‘Member I ain’t have a rubber on me? Haha

Lil Wayne – Get Your Shine On lyrics

(feat. Birdman)

[Baby]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I’m sayin
If you from where I’m from
Ya know what I’m talkin bout
The way we do this here
This is a cash money classic
And I feel couldn’t nobody do it the way ima do it
Ya know what I’m sayin
So, here we go world, I’m bringin it to your world from my world
Ya know what I’m talkin bout look I say

[Chorus: Baby]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it

[Baby]
In one you trust, the neighborhood is us

And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I’m platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil’ One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish
Those 14s, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but magic
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look that’s all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, that’s all I know One

[Chorus:]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it

[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I’ma specially set, No testin the best
Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I’ll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese
I’m from the south streets of beast like Lil’ Weez
E, F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I’m gone wit it
A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I’m like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause he ain’t iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testa rossa knows me
Oh he’s so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I’ma shine, that’s right

[Chorus:]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it

[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga that’s my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga that’s my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you gonna be a-ight
Cause I’m pimpin, I’m pimpin pimpin, I’m comin thru
And I’m dippin, I’m dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
Them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga
Don’t need no introduction in this
I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I’m bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I’m the birdman and I’ll do you something bad
You heard man that I been slangin them slacks
That’s my word man, I won’t stunt nigga
I won’t stunt nigga, I’m gonna stunt nigga, One

[Chorus:]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin’
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it