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Grizzley Talk

アーティスト:Tee Grizzley  アルバム:Built For Whatever  作詞:Tee Grizzley  作曲:Tee Grizzley  発売年:2021 

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(Jose the Plug) Avy Man, this street shit ain't no fun, niggas lost everybody (Everybody) It ain't even fair no more, the rats be out here catchin' bodies (Crazy) We ain't 'bout to throw no hands, you know niggas scared to fight (No) Ain't no mercy for these niggas, bro, they ain't gon' spare our life, nigga (Drop his ass) I just had a son, I just had a cub (My baby) What's even better is he by somebody that I love (My baby) My real niggas, man, I love y'all like my blood brothers (On my mama) Hate our name was even attached to certain motherfuckers (On my mama) Opened up them doors for the D, who gon' say I'm lyin'? If you goin' off, don't take this bag, this shit ain't worth dyin' Whole brick of Billie Eilish, stretch it, I took out a nine R.L.P. my niggas, love them boys like they still alive (R.I.P. my niggas) Mar Mar did five, came home, brodie went right back Shit made me sad, I just wanted bro to get the bag State dropped the case (Damn), that mean we gotta fight the feds Even if we down, we gon' make sure we hold up our heads (For sure that) Seventy percent of my niggas gotta sleep on mats We can't talk for more than fifteen minutes 'less they call me back Gotta use they clothes as a pillow, what you know 'bout that? Cold bitch, I only hit her once, but she came back-to-back (That's a fact) Street took my pops, police gave me back my mama Today, I see a little peace, it used to be just drama My niggas went from gettin' suspended to gettin' indicted 'Cause they ended up shootin', but we started offjust fightin' (Free 'em) I been through them prisons, nigga, I been in them counties (I been in them counties) I just did a feature, nigga, and pro'd a hundred thousand (Pro'd a hundred thousand) Ain't gon' speak about these niggas, they some hoes like they mamas Bitches used to ignore me, now they like, "Why we need a condom?" Ayy Pull up to the store, I got a four, go get a pop With my day-one nigga and the plug, told him send a box I know he gon' tell me chill, all these feds gon' get us hot You see all this jewelry, but what you better see is this Glock, bitch Yeah, this a Louis joggin' suit, fuck is you talkin' to? Fuck out the way when I'm walkin' through 'fore niggas ball on you I remember when we all was through, I couldn't call on you Don't know how to mix the song, but I can mix that doggy food (Bring the press) Boy a real killer, he ain't no real nigga I can't pay him for no body, he gon' tell the cops who sent him (He gon' tell) Caught that pussy after dark, damn, I thought they was smart (Get on him) Tried to throw it in reverse, boy, we threw his shit in park (Skrrt) In here stackin' money, and we been stackin' up on choppers I could leave a million at my brother house and boy,


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