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letra de dynamic duo - lil yachty & tee grizzley

[intro: tee grizzley]
(h-lluva made this beat, baby)
ayy

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
ayy lil’ instagram ho, how much you f-ckin for? (and some head)
after me, go in that room and show some love to bro (go get bro together)
f-ck that fame sh-t (b-tch), b-tch don’t play that role (b-tch)
you just another ho (b-tch), you just ain’t been exposed (yeah), ayy
heard n-ggas looking for me, i ain’t hiding jack (never)
i’m prolly in that ‘cat with an explosive on my lap (boom)
don’t no n-gga ’round me stomach touch they back, that’s all facts
these n-ggas all cap, if we deep we all strapped (graah)
they talk good in that studio, it’s all rats (they talk)
i talk good in that studio, it’s all facts (that’s facts)
the bros look like rappers but them n-ggas all trap
i’ll let that chopper scream like a text with all caps (braah)
mar-mar on his way, i lovе talking to my n-gga (free bro)
her head on my lap, she lovе talking to my zipper (noggin)
this mac it hit yo back like you was coughing, lil’ n-gga
since you can’t stay in yo place, stay in this coffin, lil’ n-gga
ran into this famous b-tch, she said want some coke (whatever)
i said what you need, b-tch we got that by the truckload (we got it)
she said she wanna do some’ (woo), told her get the f-ck on (b-tch)
b-tch you a custo’, i serve, i don’t f-ck those (b-tch)
you know i got the drip, my sweater fifty benjis (five bands)
if i can’t f-ck the b-tch then she must be in prison (behind bars)
the competition non-existent, i don’t see them (nah)
bro smacked him with that eagle, b-tch my n-ggas evil (b-tch, come here)
that’s why i thank god i can eat with rap
’cause my gun like some silverware, yeah i can eat with that (eat)
since he a hot head, add some more heat to that
let that heater clap when he drop, we ain’t gon’ speak on that (baow)
i’ll put them shooters on your doorstep (knock, knock)
then bring yo head back, i’ll tell ’em nice job (good job)
forty-five thousand for the rolex (whatever, n-gga)
another forty thousand for the ice job (bling, blaow)
i just met my plug out in vegas (out in vegas)
he bring that bag back, we doin’ flexin’ (we gon’ what?)
rich n-gga d-ck, b-tch, taste it (oh, taste it)
don’t run, be a big girl, take it (b-tch, shut up)
the n-gga shot my brother, he ain’t speakin’ (he’s not speakin’)
not because he anti-social, he ain’t breathin’ (he outta here)
n-ggas say they got it out the mud (that’s all)
i wish i had it that good, i got it out the cement (wait up), hold up
how the hate gon’ keep me under (huh?)
when the government couldn’t keep me down (nah)
f-ck the throne, i just want some money (yeah)
y’all can keep the crowns
before my momma went fed, she had ki’s and pounds
told her keep them racks out her trap, it’s too much cheese around
[verse 2: lil yachty]
i don’t want no more rap friends, these n-ggas b-tches (yeah)
i don’t compete or beef at all, so that’s fictitious (mmm)
i’m concrete as h-ll, f-ck a scale, we’ll share the riches
i just might ice out your b-tch for washing dishes (mmm)
we won’t give a f-ck about his words and final wishes
i know some n-ggas from the ‘burbs that’s pullin’ switches (brr)
hit the corner soft, let it off, then skrted off (h-lluva made this beat, baby)
now they seeing demons every time he turn and toss (slatt)
i know n-ggas taking vicodins, they randy moss
i took several trips with a look-a-like kate moss (go)
my diamonds cost that me after, it’s okay ’cause it’s real voss (wet)
did a lot of sh-t before the mask, i paid the cost
my lil’ bro a real street sweeper, he get it off (jake)
my main b-tch, the flyest b-tch alive, she never lost
sh-t, i may never lose
this sh-t gon’ slap ’em hard, they’ll never snooze
my grip so d-mn tight on my sack, i left a bruise (slatt)
we beat that n-gga lavish partner sleeping, it’s never rules
if she got any thing out of me, i wasn’t tricked (go, go, go)
they can only get my chain if i lose it, i’m never l!cked (go, go, go, go)
my homie whacked a n-gga and went missing, he really sick (d-mn)
a b-tch ’round my b-tch can’t get much but basic d-ck (d-mn)
my old b-tch was really old, born in ’86
think before my og had the music had eighty bricks
move like the service ’round my head like the taliban (brr)
stretch like the task force with a backyardigans
i never invest in a g, in another man (boat)
forty-five hundred on a cartier cardigan (sus)
i was just getting neck for my minions
if it don’t fit, we hit the tailor and we take it in
don’t know why she was being stiff, i had to break it in
praying for my n-ggas outside, i hope they make it in
[outro: lil yachty]
michigan boy boat
i’m ’bout to f-ck these n-ggas up

- lil yachty tee grizzley

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