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letra de tee grizzley freestyle | la leakers freestyle #011 - tee grizzley

[verse]
i got them bands, i got them bands, i got them bands
you can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, n-gga
i got them bands, i got them bands, i got them bands
you can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, n-gga (grrah!)
jump on the gram get 2,000 likes that’s not what i’m chasin’
do two or three shows for 70k that’s too many franklins
you can’t approach me if you get too close shooters up and them bangers
you hate in the hood, i go for your b-tch and fly her to jamaica
bands bustin’ out the jeans
f-ckin’ up the prps
f-ck n-gga i’m from the d and if your camera trippin’ you left on the scene
cuz called them brrr we get them off with the e’s
like there ain’t no such thing as the feds they gon have to make me believe
and h-ll of these lanes the sh-t ain’t no game i’m tryna get used to having two safes
m-th-f-ck trying to adjust to the fame tell the police i got nothing to say
you put a statement in these n-gga’s face i guarantee that they don’t leave it blank
i just spent 20 racks on a chain like f-ck a jack boy imma let this b-tch hang n-gga
f-ck with these n-ggas who follow a trend that’s not what i do
i see some real n-ggas gettin’ money and i follow suit
i came out of prison when mournin’ some n-ggas why not follow me?
you ain’t got no felonies never left your city why follow you?
i got some n-ggas that follow you home run up with them choppers and knock off your boots
these couple dollars i knock off your b-tch and a couple more dollars i knock off your crew
i go to cuba and f-ck with my guy
yeah i go to jamaica and f-ck all my rue
if you f-ck with me i can’t call a truce
imma go find your loved ones and take them from you
bands bustin’ out the pockets f-ckin up my new robbings
n-ggas remind me of liquid ’cause ain’t none of these n-ggas solid
(aaahh!)
they ain’t real like brr, brr
feature price is ten thousand
when the judge told me not guilty i told the n-ggas say it louder
b-tch!
left on the court and they let me go home and get back to my people
when i drop off a wraith imma come back and show that to the people
shout out to the fiends they fill up our pockets we fill up their needles
i still put them angels right on you n-ggas who think y’all some demons (grrah!)
i got them bands, i got them bands, i got them bands
you can have the juice, you can have the sauce, you can have the swag, n-gga

- tee grizzley

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