Comethazine - Glide Lyrics
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Glide
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What Are The Lyrics For Glide By Comethazine?
Grow up, nigga
Ayy, Lamborghini Countach, all white Had to bleed out the guts inside In a two-seat, bad bitch and I Just us, 'cause it's limited butts inside Deadstock, CP3 13s Air Jordan's and I bet you if I jump I glide XD, tucked away, G-Star pants Slang dope hand to hand Get it off, flip it quick, do it fast Number one business man Count some cash, nab some masks, count some cash Number one business plan Eat some crab, eat some shrimp, eat some crab Number one fitness plan Treadmill, run to the racks, do a lap Number one fitness man Treadmill, run to the racks, do a lap Number one fitness man, ayy Lamborghini, Countach all white Had to bleed out the guts inside In a two-seat, bad bitch and I Just us, 'cause it's limited butts inside Deadstock, CP3 13s Air Jordan's and I bet you if I jump I glide XD, tucked away, G-Star pants Slang dope hand to hand Get it off, flip it quick, do it fast Number one business man Count some cash, nab some masks Count some cash, number one business plan Eat some crab, eat some shrimp, eat some crab Number one fitness plan Treadmill, run to the racks, do a lap Number one fitness man Treadmill, run to the racks, do a lap Number one fitness man Treadmill, run to the racks, do a lap Number one fitness man Treadmill, run to the racks, do a lap Number one fitness man |
Who Wrote Glide By Comethazine?
Jahmier Velazquez
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What's The Duration Of The Glide By Comethazine?The duration of Glide is 1:26 minutes and seconds. |
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