Glasses Malone
Glasses Malone - Haters lyrics
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Weezy F back with Bird Baby VRP, SB's, matchin shirt, maybe White T, Neck V, glasses are Versace Married to the mafia, im a bachelor baby Love is in the air, I put on a Gas Mask I rather be there first, than a (?) I'm a Gorilla, call me Sasquach, and I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H. Light up the purp, dash in like Steve Nash So hot give yo xxx a heat flash Young Money boy, I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO, like my homie D-Dash Gas... we mash like Pac and the outlaws and we stand-up, and try not to down-fall tryin to reach my goal, like a round-ball Freddy'll do anything for the crown yall David Beckham, pay'em or respect' em pop one pop two, xxxxx i'm on a triple decker Icicle on in my necklace, on my cashmere sweater Keep a shotgun, I'm a hunter like heather yessir, shuddup and listen to the professor or it could get ugly like Esther Whether in the South or that Westcoast weather I'm poppin, Malone is stoppin