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letra de g7 - tee grizzley

[intro]
g7
(j.r.)
ayy
when you gettin’ a couple dollars, they gon’ always try to plot
they gon’ overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots, n-gga (add that sh-t up, n-gga)
ayy, y’all need to stop tellin’ and let the police do they— (b-tch)

[verse 1]
i can’t go nowhere without the glock (i need that)
call gervonta davis if you tryna fight, i don’t box (i don’t do that)
i been bustin’ chains down the lot (bust ’em down)
you know me without no ice like a gang member without no opps (i gotta have it)
when you worth a couple dollars, they gon’ always try to plot (okay)
they gon’ overdose on liquor, we got seven hundred shots (come on)
need an underground bunker if i send ‘еm down your block (get low)
i wish y’all would stop tellin’ and let thе police do they job (rat-ass n-gga)
i ain’t fly on a plane ’til i was an adult
but my son was on a pj before he knew how to walk (for real)
i ain’t start buyin’ properties ’til i was twenty-six
but my son had real estate before he knew how to go p-ss, b-tch (big facts)
[chorus]
they say i changed, b-tch, i did (i did)
they say i spent too much on the chain, b-tch, i did (i did)
they say i cut off half my gang, b-tch, i did (i did)
play and you gon’ get it close range, yes, you is, n-gga (buh, buh, buh)
they say they ain’t in it for the fame, but they is (they is)
lot of n-ggas say they ain’t no lames, but they is (they is)
said f-ck me when i wasn’t gettin’ paid, yes, they did (they did)
now i’m sayin’, “f-ck ’em,” leave ’em in the rain, on my kids, n-gga (f-ck ’em)

[verse 2]
i’ma cut you off, i see you do some fake sh-t to somebody else (no cap)
’cause you would do that same sh-t to me, go work on yourself (b-tch)
if i’m showin’ up, i need a bag, i don’t work for my health (i need it)
if i cut you off, it’s f-ck you in this life and after death (f-ck you)
told my shooter i ain’t f-ckin’ with him if a shot miss (one shot)
if i took it, that ain’t yours no more, boy, that’s my sh-t (that’s mine)
i don’t care if she your baby mama, boy, that’s my b-tch (my b-tch)
you came with me, but you ain’t gettin’ sh-t, this is my l!ck (f-ck on)
i been realizin’ a few of my mistakes
i was feedin’ n-ggas when they wasn’t worthy of a plate
why give that boy a brick? he ain’t gon’ do right with an eighth
i got white people workin’ for me in honor of the slaves, n-gga

[chorus]
ayy, they say i changed, b-tch, i did (i did)
they say i spent too much on the chain, b-tch, i did (i did)
they say i cut off half my gang, b-tch, i did (i did)
play and you gon’ get it close range, yes, you is, n-gga (buh, buh, buh)
they say they ain’t in it for the fame, but they is (they is)
lot of n-ggas say they ain’t no lames, but they is (they is)
said f-ck me when i wasn’t gettin’ paid, yes, they did (they did)
now i’m sayin’, “f-ck ’em,” leave ’em in the rain, on my kids (f-ck ’em)
[outro]
f-ck all them n-ggas
all of ’em
g7, n-gga

- tee grizzley

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