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letra de 90z bvby - grandmilly

[intro]
yeah n-gga, wake yo punk ass up for the 1990
uh, grandmilly in this b-tch
raider klan in this b-tch
and i’m coming live in yo motherf-ckin’ face with this phonk n-gga
where y’all at, g’yeah

[verse 1]
growing up in the ghetto, playing with metal
b-tterfly knife for a .38 special
tryna find heaven as i wonder where h-ll go
stickin’ to the code like straps on velcro
1-9-9-0, we can get it ‘ablo
pitchforks up like a n-gga from chicago
crack another swisher and then then fill it wit some hydro
sippin’ that drank, i can feel it with my eyes closed
me and my klan of raider n-ggas
c-ck back and spray it like raid at n-ggas
n-ggas can’t test, boy i put you to rest
thеre really ain’t much you can say to n-ggas
swagged out, silеnce on
kick it like sensei when i perform
you takin’ my fade if you fakin’ the phonk
talkin’ sl!ck out the mouth, throw his ass in my trunk
all black locs, cover my eyes
and i’m b.i.g.-er than pac, i be ready to die
smokin’ that fye for my n-ggas that died
so come and get high off this ‘g i provide
[hook]
something keeps telling me
that you’re still a baby, a baby
something there is telling me
you’re just a baby, a baby

[verse 2]
i get high everyday
only thing that’ll keep me sane
n-ggas can’t f-ck wit me, they got stuck wit me
like we cyphered l’s of that hay
tell destiny that i’m on my way
talkin’ like a g, better have that ‘k
poppin’ that x now she feelin’ h-rny
k.p., envyi, shorty swing my way
got a couple bad b-tches and they all party
never gave a f-ck what a hatin’ n-gga say
n-ggas best duck when them bangers go bust
i put holes in ya truck if a n-gga act tough
n-gga, government watching us, f-ck what you thought
ain’t nothin’ goin on but a bomb ass rap song
calling on coroners, n-ggas got popped
snakes in the grass and they grippin’ like pythons
tryna find myself before i lose it all
this for all my youngins trappin’ in the dirty hall
all my n-ggas down to die for what they rappin’ ’bout
and b-tches down to buss it open at my patna’s house
t.h.c., god bless me, with a smelly green leaf that i touch like heat
you all i need, m.j.b., 20 method mans couldn’t smoke like me
smokin’ on this indo, while i hook up my nintendo
ain’t got no time for a bimbo, and that’s word to the bone thugs clique bro
[hook]
something there is telling me
that you’re still a baby, a baby
something there is telling me
you’re just a baby, a baby
something there is telling me
that you’re still a baby, a baby
something there is telling me
you’re just a baby, a baby

- grandmilly

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