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letra de the biggest dookie - 30 deep grimeyy

[intro: 30 deep grimeyy]
grimeyy!
bwoh, bwoh, bwoh
hahaha
y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on, what the f-ck goin’ on
b-tch i’m, n-gga
what?
b-tch i’m, (b-tch i might be)
haha, i’m back on this b-tch, i’m back on my bullsh-t
b-tch, i might be (on two-crip)
b-tch, i might be (y’heard?)
b-tch, i might be (ayy)
b-tch, i might be (ayy, grimeyy!)

[verse: 30 deep grimeyy]
b-tch, i’m grimeyy, extra slimey, for the goofies yellin’ “dookie”
atl been on my d-ck, but they just freed my cousin f–kie[?]
i went to jail, they beat my ass, i got back up and did my duty
i’m with peso, i’m with ali, we in cali smokin’ goofies
i lost partna’s to that (bwoh) and i lost partna’s to them drugs
i got blood that act like water and i got water that act like blood
i got partna’s h-lla young, and they can’t get inside the club
i got partna’s from the roads[?] and i got partna’s from the dub[?]
you put that b-tch over the gang, but now she suckin’ my d-ck
you know them crackas came and got me, so i grew me some wicks
i’m really rappin’ how i live, your favourite rapper a b-tch
he gave ’em up and got back out, yo’ favourite trapper a snitch
messy hoes don’t get replies, all my b-tches be private
f-ck these hoes, can’t trust these hoes, i cracked that b-tch at the hyatt
i ain’t been f-ckin’ with them percs, grimeyy been on a diet
can’t even answer jail calls, grimeyy been movin’ silent
hand pistol pete the 10’s, just to see if they real
30 deep the gang, that’s what i bang, but i’m straight out the ‘ville
gun case at 17, they gave me “carried conceal”
we had a buck-out with that boy, he used his b-tch as a shield
i can’t bring my friends around no rappers, they be robbin’ n-ggas
free my cousin’ lando out the feds, they say he popped a n-gga
prayin’ i get whacked or go to jail, but they can’t stop a n-gga
popped you in yo’ leg, you ain’t hit back, we had you hoppin’, n-gga
i watched my brother run it up, just to trick off on b-tches
i had a threesome halloween, i was f-ckin’ on twitchers[?]
big grimeyy swimmin’ with the sharks, ’cause i done burnt all my bridges
i got a plug from the ‘raq, he on the road with them switches
[outro: 30 deep grimeyy & unknown]
i say, y’all n-ggas better know how my, how lil’ cuz’ is comin’, n-gga
straight real deal ville, n-gga
straight day-one, n-gga
from the ville, n-gga, on my momma, and he gon’ bust yo’ ass, n-gga
and he got a gang of k!llas wit’ him n-gga, on my momma, man
y’all n-ggas better quit playin’ with lil’ ‘cuz
all steppas, n-gga, behind this n-gga, man
quit playin’ wit’ us, bruh
yeah
that boy 200, n-gga, on the set
yeah

- 30 deep grimeyy

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