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letra de jalen hurtski - tee grizzley

[intro]
(banger)
real, ayy
(the melody)
sl!ck talkin’, i don’t wanna hear nothin’ when one of them boys get smoked
text messages lead to convictions (dj on the beat, so it’s a banger), do not send me no lo’

[chorus]
i can’t show these boys my way, they stealin’ sauce, ayy (can’t do that)
after i f-ck, i chucked a deuce, she hear exhaust
my sh-t hit hard like jalen hurts, this real frost (real ice)
this smoke we got gon’ k!ll your p-ssy ass, not make you cough, n-gga (you don’t want that)
drop a big bag on my youngin’, get that off, n-gga (who that?)
half a ticket in my war chest, p-ss me off, n-gga (who tryna do that?)
thank god i made it out these streets, i did it all (amen)
in school, n-ggas sold my candy for me, i been a boss, n-gga (i been a f-ckin’ boss)

[verse 1]
okay, we get it, n-ggas tough, go get some money (man, go get some money, n-gga)
throw at my cuddie, we throw back, long live sl-tty (long live von)
got out my feelings, that sh-t ain’t do sh-t for me (at all)
i was broke, bummy, fast forward, sh-t funny, huh? (why’s funny?)
’cause hoes ain’t tryna f-ck me (they ain’t), they tryna f-ck the money (sh-t)
i don’t remember you doin’ sh-t for me, you can’t get nothin’ from me (f-ck ’em)
they say, “be safe”, like, f-ck you mean? i got this b-tton on me (brr)
upped on my mans, we hit a l!ck, i caught ’em tuckin’ on me (what you doin’?)
do a crime with these n-ggas, i would never, never (i can’t)
feds placin’ wires, phones tapped, n-ggas tellin’, tellin’ (n-ggas rats)
play dumb, head tap, now his melon swellin’ (boaw)
shoppin’ in the ‘raq, eighty racks in my pelle pelle (let’s get it)
[chorus]
i can’t show these boys my way, they stealin’ sauce, uh (they stealin’ sauce)
after i f-ck, i chucked a deuce, she hear exhausts (she hear exhausts)
my sh-t hit hard like jalen hurts, this real frost (this real froyost)
this smoke we got gon’ k!ll your p-ssy ass, not make you cough, n-gga (boom, boom)
drop a big bag on my youngin’, get that off, n-gga (go get that off, n-gga)
half a ticket in my war chest, p-ss me off, n-gga (come p-ss me off, n-gga)
thank god i made it out these streets, i did it all (thank god)
in school, n-ggas sold my candy for me, i been a boss, ah (been a boss man )

[verse 2]
you know this sh-t get tricky, can’t let these n-ggas get me (i can’t)
you wanna feature and i f-ck with you, just throw me fifty (that’s light)
you want a rich n-gga that don’t cheat, my love, you bein’ too picky (i’m trippin’)
i’m talkin’ sh-t, baby, i only want you, f-ck these b-tches, uh
lil’ bro say he wanna pay me back, i say, “don’t stress it, bro”
if i got it to give, my n-gga, i got you, that’s what these blessings for
sl!ck talkin’, i don’t wanna hear nothin’ when one of them boys get smoked (don’t wanna hear sh-t)
text messages lead to convictions, do not send me no lo’ (don’t send me sh-t)
we don’t need no drop on no n-ggas, we know what we know (we hittin’)
f-ck beefin’, we got one mission, never go back broke (ain’t never)
f-ck these hoes, we got one goal, keep the family close (you know that)
that’s the life i pray for, got money, let’s get some more, ayy (let’s get it)

[chorus]
bet’ not show them boys your way, they stealin’ sauce, uh (they stealin’ sauce)
after i f-ck, i chucked a deuce, she hear exhausts (she hear exhausts)
my sh-t hit hard like jalen hurts, this real frost (this real froyost)
this smoke we got gon’ k!ll your p-ssy ass, not make you cough, n-gga (boom, boom)
drop a big bag on my youngin’, get that off, n-gga (go get that off, n-gga)
half a ticket in my war chest, p-ss me off, n-gga (come p-ss me off, n-gga)
thank god i made it out these streets, i did it all (thank god)
in school, n-ggas sold my candy for me, i been a boss (ayy, ayy)
[outro]
bet’ not show them boys your way, they stealin’ sauce, ayy, ayy
after i f-ck, i chucked a deuce, she hear exhausts, ayy, ayy
my sh-t hit hard like jalen hurts, this real frost, ayy, ayy
this smoke we got gon’ k!ll your p-ssy ass, not make you cough (ah, ah)
drop a big bag on my youngin’, get that off (get that off, my n-gga)
half a ticket in my war chest, p-ss me off (come p-ss me off, my n-gga)
thank god i made it out these streets, i did it all (did it all)
in school, n-ggas sold my candy for me, i been a boss (b-tch)

- tee grizzley

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