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letra de wtfida - grizz gang

[intro]
wap
tunechi
grizz gang
big z

[chorus: ghettwolf]
uh
where the f-ck is deech at?
so much chitchat, ken sells p-ssies cheap cats
i keep that
they all wannabes with crip tats
now let the beat drop and the 808 clap

[verse 1: o.g. kendrick]
where the f-ck is deech at
claimed he worked out bus his muscles flat
thibault choked him, wasn’t for nothing
3 months he had been losing
excuses he’s always popping
he really ain’t a f-cking king
he called himself a pumper, i called him a choker
thinking we were friends
man, that’s the eeeeeennnd

[chorus]

[verse 2: danny wap]
where the f-ck is deech at?
when he’s alone, he’ll feel the aftermath
remember this time, making some rhymes
dropping the beat without this fake athlete
we were climbing up the charts without this f-cking pork
we don’t need a pepperoni to eat tome macaroni
one thing to say, no speech: just f-ck deech
don’t f-ck with me

[chorus]

[verse 3: big z]
uh
where the f-ck is deech at?
he ain’t swinging that bat
everyone knows that
days and weeks we spent
of success we dreamt
our bars were meant
keeping it og 100%
i does how i feel
i does what i believe is real
i stay solid as steel
you know the thrill
danny wap dropping bars
o.g. ken driving expensive cars
ghettwolf producing hits while big poppa quits
grizz gang in the rap game
putting others to shame
getting that fame
spreading our name
what do i preach?
uma just say f-ck deech!

[chorus]

[bridge: ghettwolf]
if somebody snitchin’ means somebody’s gonna die
ken and z and wap and ghettwolf be looking so fly

[verse 4: ghettwolf]
uh
f-ck them hoes wearing long t-shirts with leggings
all the fun is vanishing away as it begins
z and wap looking at the volleyball -sses through the hole
they dressed up like cheerleaders
i’m feeling at the superbowl
my verse’s faster than his fastball
and it’s 90 miles per hour, i flows like a waterfall
sayin’ i’m a b-tch? well you just made a bad call
plus grizz gang diamond plaques are all up on my wall
i play with words as i play with hoes
smoking hot, as a pack of cigarillos
my dream was to have groupies at my shows
but it’s changed now, it’s to marry rose
watch out ken

[outro]
where the f-ck is deech at?

- grizz gang

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