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letra de grimey - jaah slt

[intro: jaah slt]
[?]
woo!

[verse 1: jaah slt]
b-tch i woke up, rolled up
then i pulled up
got a quick jug so you know i had to turn up (what?)
after that i gotta leave ’cause she just wanna talk, but a n-gga got [?] (what?)
gotta chase my breath, gotta hit my run
and i’m servin’ on heads
could’ve been your d-mn son (wait, woo)
know i feelin’ in first, still haven’t even won (woo!)
i ain’t really on sh-t, but i do like guns (woo! woo! woo!)
so you gon’ get shot, if you pull up to my spot (woo! woo! woo!)
if the sign says “proceed” i advise that you not (woo! woo! woo!)
and i got blonde dreads, but i never got caught (woo! woo! woo!)
shawty not ya d-mn dream, she a motherf-ckin’ thot (woo! woo! woo!)

[chorus: jaah slt]
so please don’t try me, we can get grimey
i don’t know a lot, but a b-tch can’t play me

[verse 2: jaah slt]
i don’t got opps, but i don’t really know
’cause them n-ggas they be riding, but they hatin’ on the low
jaah slt, that’s the n-gga on the phone (slt)
finna f-ck the p-ssy up, then she finna get the dome (ha! woo! ha! woo! ha!)
“can you get wet?” like, “yes you can”
boy, i’m finna go rent
i’m a buck due rent
now i’m finna do this sh-t, ’cause them n-ggas said i can’t
[chorus: jaah slt and sleep walkin slt]
so please don’t try me, we can get grimey (we can get grimey!)
i don’t know a lot, but a b-tch can’t play me (woo! woo!)
please don’t try me, we can get grimey (woo!)
i don’t know a lot, but a b-tch can’t play me (woo! yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: sleep walkin slt]
tell these lil’ n-ggas, ask ’bout me (y
yeah, yeah)
i been takin’ n-ggas hoes, and i f-ck for the (hi hoe) freak
let me hit that sh-t, yeah, that p-ssy guaranteed
b-tch i’m sleep walkin and i get grimey (yeah, yeah)
stupid b-tch get the f-ck out my motherf-ckin’ face (gotta go, gotta go)
you ain’t finna hit my blunt unless you finna throw some face (yeah)
yeah, hop up out the bent’, and i hop up in the wraith ([?])
then i smash her on the gas, n-gga you don’t wanna raise (what you want n-gga)
yeah, i walk around with cash, lil’ n-gga, big bank (yeah)
try me and my n-ggas, put one through your brain (yeah, bow!)
yeah, no matter where you at we shoot at point blank range
and my n-ggas really with it
yeah my n-ggas ’bout they business
they wipe you off the face of the earth
and they walk with [?]
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout bojangles when i say, “i got them chickens”
i’ll beat a n-gga’s ass, call me sleep walk [?] (yeah, yeah)
lil’ n-gga, lil’ n-gga, lil’ n-gga (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: jaah slt]
so please don’t try me, we can get grimey (we can get grimey)
i don’t know a lot, but a b-tch can’t play me (woo!)
so please don’t try me, we can get grimey (woo! woo!)
i don’t know a lot, but a b-tch can’t play me (woo! woo! woo! woo!)

- jaah slt

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