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45 Video (MV)




Performed By: UYG Flizop
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Jeremy Adames
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UYG Flizop - 45 Lyrics
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Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt that's the four five
Me and my gun stay together cause you know we soul tied
Squeeze that twenty one and now that pussy ain't got no life
Now that boy got no brain
Book that boy a ticket now that pussy on the soul train
Hurricane Katrina in my Glock I bringing more rain
I just take a striker on the street now I got road rage
I got shooters who gone catch a body just like ghost face
I got shooters who gone catch a body off no cocaine
He catch bodies off of hmm aye aye aye
He catch bodies off of weed
Who the f*ck you think you talking to boy I will rip your team
Pussy I will rip your squad
I got guns that hold a hundred with them beams like we in cod
Pussy this no ps five
Every outfit that I put together match with my four five
I don't talk to much I jump inside a whip and go and slide
Nigga you just talk that shit but you ain't never take no life
Pussy never make none bleed
Jump down with my knife you know it's Zop assassin creed
Keep two guns one a twenty one the other twenty three
When I shoot this bitch I score it like I curry from the three
I could shoot bout five shots it your brain you on a T
Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt that's the four five
Me and my gun stay together cause you know we soul tied
Squeeze that twenty one and now that pussy ain't got no life
Now that boy got no brain
Book that boy a ticket now that pussy on the soul train
Hurricane Katrina in my Glock I bringing more rain
I just take a striker on the street now I got road rage
I got shooters who gone catch a body just like ghost face
I got shooters who gone catch a body off no cocaine
I got shooter who gone catch a body straight sober
Gun so big it can't fit inside my holster
I be smoking dead man runtz no Arizona
Nigga I a shooter I gone need my own chauffeur
F*ck around and shoot and drive
When I pull that rrtt rrtt you know that boy can't survive
When we coming down your block pussy know it's go time
He ain't even see the gun he see the flash it's show time
You ain't know bout reaper zop that boy keep a four five
You ain't know none bout this thuggin pussy just stay on your sides
Niggas know my resume they know I down to take a life
Nigga I could be in Walmart guaranteed I got my pipe
Guarantee I got my g lock
When that pressure on you see they colors like a peacock
Jump down on a opp now I got blood up on my Reebok
Nigga this that dope you don't even have to rerock
Squeeze that switchie once and that pussy die off three shot
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English

Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt that's the four five
Me and my gun stay together cause you know we soul tied
Squeeze that twenty one and now that pussy ain't got no life
Now that boy got no brain
Book that boy a ticket now that pussy on the soul train
Hurricane Katrina in my Glock I bringing more rain
I just take a striker on the street now I got road rage
I got shooters who gone catch a body just like ghost face
I got shooters who gone catch a body off no cocaine
He catch bodies off of hmm aye aye aye
He catch bodies off of weed
Who the f*ck you think you talking to boy I will rip your team
Pussy I will rip your squad
I got guns that hold a hundred with them beams like we in cod
Pussy this no ps five
Every outfit that I put together match with my four five
I don't talk to much I jump inside a whip and go and slide
Nigga you just talk that shit but you ain't never take no life
Pussy never make none bleed
Jump down with my knife you know it's Zop assassin creed
Keep two guns one a twenty one the other twenty three
When I shoot this bitch I score it like I curry from the three
I could shoot bout five shots it your brain you on a T
Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt Rrrtt that's the four five
Me and my gun stay together cause you know we soul tied
Squeeze that twenty one and now that pussy ain't got no life
Now that boy got no brain
Book that boy a ticket now that pussy on the soul train
Hurricane Katrina in my Glock I bringing more rain
I just take a striker on the street now I got road rage
I got shooters who gone catch a body just like ghost face
I got shooters who gone catch a body off no cocaine
I got shooter who gone catch a body straight sober
Gun so big it can't fit inside my holster
I be smoking dead man runtz no Arizona
Nigga I a shooter I gone need my own chauffeur
F*ck around and shoot and drive
When I pull that rrtt rrtt you know that boy can't survive
When we coming down your block pussy know it's go time
He ain't even see the gun he see the flash it's show time
You ain't know bout reaper zop that boy keep a four five
You ain't know none bout this thuggin pussy just stay on your sides
Niggas know my resume they know I down to take a life
Nigga I could be in Walmart guaranteed I got my pipe
Guarantee I got my g lock
When that pressure on you see they colors like a peacock
Jump down on a opp now I got blood up on my Reebok
Nigga this that dope you don't even have to rerock
Squeeze that switchie once and that pussy die off three shot
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Writer: Jeremy Adames
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