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letra de fifteen - real gritter mark

[intro: real gritter mark]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
yeah, boyz ent, n-gga
real gritter mark in this b-tch, n-gga

[verse 1: real gritter mark]
every day after school, i used to always hit the block
started off shootin’ hoops, now i’m shootin’ at the opps
used to walk around naked, now i gotta keep a glock
’cause i refuse to let a p-ssy n-gga put me in a box
got older, needed pape’, but i ain’t wanna punch a clock
so i started cookin’ shh, did it in my granny’s pot
made my first five bands and i thought it was a lot
fast forward, i’m up twenty and i’m still servin’ rock
i don’t take no sh-t, i’ll cut a n-gga if he move wrong
bro owe me some money, bought some kicks, i blew his shoes off
your n-gga think he got money like me, hе a goofball
i shot a n-gga backwards in his head and made him moonwalk
y’all n-ggas, y’all be lyin’ in thе booth, just spit the truth out
you ain’t never served a fiend so much it knocked his tooth out
caution tape, exclusive, timbo straps, i brought the boots out
hundred issue military straps, let’s have a shootout
freaky b-tches love me ’cause i’m nasty and i’m ignorant
n-gga, you be cappin’ in your raps, you ain’t innocent
p-ssy get so wet, if i get bored, i probably swim in it
done seen so many n-ggas die, i don’t know what living is
i’m just tryna keep stackin’ my bread and make it to the top
all my n-ggas been chasin’ them bags, i know your n-ggas not
i hate f-ckin’ on girls that like to brag ’bout what they n-gga got
obviously your n-gga don’t got sh-t, ’cause i’m up in this box
them n-ggas, they won’t even like my picture ’cause they scared of me
i won’t bring my ugly b-tch in public, she embarrass me
i be stuffin’ sh-t up in her box like it a charity
my main b-tch, she know that i be cheatin’, she be sharin’ me
i lie to all my hoes, but i get mad when b-tches lie to me
i be quick to sn-tch up all my hoes if they start tryin’ me
only like exclusive ’cause my brother got exotic weed
i stuff four grams in all my blunts because i got anxiety
tay b bought a gt just to dog it in the snow (that’s my brother, n-gga)
we gettin’ to them bands, i swear to god it ain’t no joke
walk in the mall feelin’ bossy and dropped ten on a coat
choke my b-tch, she make me mad, she was tryna be dope
[verse 2: louie ray]
yeah, okay
you know me, i blow exotic weed by the variety
redbone ridin’ with me through the o, she beside me
i done f-cked around and got famous, now they gotta, okay
f-cked around and got famous, now they gotta hide me
f-cked around and caught a body ’cause somebody tried to try me
you d-mn near can’t catch me slippin’, bro, ahh (alright, c’mon, c’mon)
you’ll probably never catch me slippin’ ’cause i ride deep
i can’t even break the dope in half ’cause it’s concrete
forty-seven n-ggas with me right now, n-gga, mob deep
i got power over here, get him fried free
okay, i came up quick, they should’ve timed me
he don’t give a f-ck about his image, guess it’s pride week
i don’t even really worry ’bout the opps, the other side week
i can make forty cash probably every week
my lil’ b-tch work in the farm, she a cne
and my other b-tch work at the bank, i think pnc
old-school n-gga, test my g, you gon’ d-i
old-school n-gga, test my, alright, f-ck it
old-school n-gga, test my g, you gon’ d-i-e
if he survive what we blowin’ this time, he on an iv
lil’ brodie out here handle all the business, but he, alright
lil’ brodie came and handled all the business, but he fifteen

- real gritter mark

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