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letra de grimey talk - marr4tf

[intro]
yea b-tch you know this sh-t- mhh you know gang forever n-gga you know f.o.d all the opp’s get ah closed case ( yeaa )

[verse 1]
hot head with that glizzy don’t give ah f-ck just let it blow lil n-gga youngin from the 4 that’s where i grew ah lil reckless n-gga remember i was 9 that was the first time that i ever held ah pistol every since then been fascinated tryna blow ah n-gga, dangerous with that bl!cky in broad day i’ll face ah n-gga family full of drillers i was raised to be ah grimey n-gga i get ah rush when i shoot b-tch that k!lling sh-t what made ah n-gga, put em’ on the news watch his momma cry yеa ima real gravedigger applying prеssure with that glizzy tryna slump me ah n-gga ( uh ) ah n-gga mad typing in all caps cool down b-tch n-gga, n-gga ain’t never gave me sh-t ima self made ass n-gga im in my bag by myself ima young paid lil n-gga, lift ah n-gga cap up like ah wig on ah b-tch head dissed all on my brother bro nem’ saw em’ made em’ drop dead if i want em’ ima get em’ p-ssy i won’t even drop bread you either with us or against us p-ssy b-tch that’s how we gon’ play it

[ uh-yea, you know b-tch f.o.d n-gga you know gyn, pbk n-gga yea b-tch f-ck all outsiders n-gga all the opp’s get ah closed case ]

[verse 2]
all my people’s telling me to chill no lie i can’t, happy when i shoot fell in love with the drac heard he yapping on the gram make this b-tch eat his face f-cked em’ up no face uh named it closed case (b-tch), seen my brother die that’s why i am how i am dark inside i ah never ever heal n-gga f-cked up in the head i seen ah couple n-ggas get k!lled n-gga uh smoke that sh-t away cause my b-tch keep me from them pill’s n-gga, ima hot n-gga wicked with the glizzy tryna fry ah n-gga even in cold weather hop out with them hot ones tryna melt ah n-gga.. told on his bro’s couldn’t sit and do the time loud mouth ass n-gga, shot and ran over closed case cremated ass n-gga they still asking who is goon? im the sickest lil n-gga straight from the 4 with my bro’s ah bunch of grimey ass n-ggas, don’t get me wrong i still hang with my slimy ass n-ggas for me uh huh they ah backdoor ah n-gga

[outro]
like ah vape i ah make ah n-gga lungs collapse catch em’ at the light spray the car leave his head in his lap wanna call off beef after dissin’ i ain’t hearing nun of that, said he gon’ k!ll me den he died i guess he ain’t think bout that

- marr4tf

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