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letra de grailed (armani west remix) - 1nonly, freddie dredd & armani west

[intro]
(dw-lly, i’m scared)

[verse 1: 1nonly]
ya-ya whole crew gon’ die
my whole crew gon’ slide, i wish you well
wish that you would try
w-wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
ring the bell, ring the, r-ring the bell
so much paper on me, b-tch, that you would think i’m checkin’ mail
g-gеttin’ high, smokin’ ’til i leave
p-p-push up on me, pop that .9, watch mе bullet feed
i think i’m late, i’m checkin’ that time
private driver parkin’ out front
wantin’ that pic, better stand in line
double r phantom outside
backseat riding, ridin’ with stars look up

[chorus: 1nonly]
i-i got, i got paper in this duffel, you got problems, i can tell
hope my coffin come in stuffed wit’ dope and double c, chanel
i-i got seven-figure sales, you-you got tied up, then you fell
p-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
[verse 2: freddie dredd]
i cannot stand a motherf-cker runnin’ up on me
i get it quickly, we set in stone my family
doo-doomshop k!llas standin’ on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
bullets like a bird, they flyin’ through ya f-ckin’ church
i wonder why you crying, steady hatin’, steady lying (lying)
you said you tough, but you’s a p-ssy now ya ass is fryin’ (fryin’)
i’m loaded up, i’m steady aiming at you f-cking b-tches
i swear i love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
i walk the walk, i talk the talk, and i will prove it to ya
i’m 289, i’m 186, the freddie make ya p-ss
i done a lot of sh-t to make it where i got like this
dug my way up from the dirt, and now the freddie’s p-ssed
ya run around, ya hit the ground, and now ya pleadin’, baby
i cannot give no extra credit ’cause i’m f-ckin’ shady
i stay up in the shadows, demons, creeps, and body’s shallow
i always want the battle, hear the sound, the death rattle

[chorus: 1nonly]
i got paper in this duffel, you got problems, i can tell
hope my coffin come in stuffed wit’ dope and double c, chanel
i-i got seven-figure sales, you-you got tied up, then you fell
p-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed

[verse 3: armani west]
(look mani montana, b-tch)
i got paper in this duffle, bands i keep a couple
i be takin’ all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles (p-ssy)
i made a puddle, i’m badder than some trouble
i been eating all these b-tches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
i-i can throw it back on my knees, send ’em back to the streets
i’ll swerve on a n-gga, back back in a jeep (beep, beep)
and yes, mrs. west, but i bang in the east
and i don’t play piano, b-tch, give me my keys
gave ’em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
been poppin’ my sh-t, pop soda, pepsi
raps new nightmare, just ask freddie
[chorus: 1nonly]
i got paper in this duffel, you got problems, i can tell
hope my coffin come in stuffed wit’ dope and double c, chanel
i-i got seven-figure sales, you-you got tied up, then you fell
p-prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed

[outro]
(dw-lly, i’m scared)

- 1nonly freddie dredd armani west

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