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letra de grams - izaiah combs

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yari
ay
d-mn, again, birdo
ay, ay

grams, yams
you need to live with me, i finna hit a dam
ay, grams, yams
ay

if i steal it, once i steal it twice
you might not get it back
and i am cookin’ rice
my neck is ice

i’m playin’ with you cause i love this life
i f-cked your wife, she said i’m nice
she wanna come and f-ck me twice
i told her, yeah, cause i’m nice

she wanna ride that
i told her, just chill
i gotta pop a pill
i’m more than f-ckin’ grams

this sh-t gettin’ too real
hold up, baby, chill
you know i’m worth the mill
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll shoot it up for real
hold on, baby, wait
hold on, wait
hit him in his f-ckin’ face

knocked off his drape
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll hit him in his face
all the n-ggas that play with me

stay away
if you fake, stay away
if you snitch, stay away
you a b-tch, can’t bеlieve you did it

that sh-t, you a fake, n-gga
don’t you comе around me
don’t you come actin’ cool
like everything ain’t real, n-gga

don’t you come here
always tryna f-ckin’ steal
you a little f-ckin’ b-tch
always tryna put your hands on somebody

you can’t even fight for real
all these n-ggas soft for real
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll hit you in your f-ckin’ face
and i’m servin’ grams like golden
but all these n-ggas playin’ with me
you can keep the one who’s told
and i’m in the toyota

and we ridin’ deep through tallahassee
and we don’t know your street
all these n-ggas playin’ with me
don’t come to the nolia

cause my n-ggas, they don’t know you
all these n-ggas playin’ with me
and i’m servin’ f-ckin’ grams
all these n-ggas playin’ with me

momma cookin’ yams in the kitchen
and she cook it up
but she whip it up
all these n-ggas playin’ with me

like i ain’t real
ayy, you a snitch, stay from around me
i don’t f-ck with y’all n-ggas
keep that top around me

i keep my hoe around me
all these n-ggas playin’ with me
i’m servin’ grams
all these n-ggas playin’ with me
i’m servin’ grams
ayy, i’m servin’ grams
hold on
if i steal it once, i steal it twice

you might not get it back tonight
i’m cookin’ rice, my neck of ice
don’t play me cause i love this life
i f-ck your wife, she said i’m nice

she wanna come and f-ck me twice
i told her, yeah
cause i’m nice, she wanna ride it
i told her, just chill

ayy, i gotta pop a pill
i’m on the f-ckin’ grams
man, this sh-t gettin’ too real
hold on, baby, chill

you know i’m worth the meal
i don’t give a f-ck
i’ll shoot it up for real
all these n-ggas playin’ with me

they ain’t servin’ grams
you a snitch, you a lil’ b-tch
stay from f-ckin’ around me
ayy, ayy

you a lil’ b-tch
stay from walkin’ around me
ayy
don’t be talkin’ on my teacher’s name

cause he ain’t say that sh-t
all you n-ggas really fake
i don’t give a f-ck
but i’m still servin’ grams

all these n-ggas playin’ with me
and i break it like a yoke
and we done with the song
ayy

and we done with the song

- izaiah combs

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