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letra de trenches - tee grizzley

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[verse 1: big sean]
n-ggas prayin’ on my downfall (straight up)
these n-ggas prayin’ on my downfall
straight up from the bleachers, but i’m a different creature
i bring sh-t to the table, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no leechers (no)
dope d-ck, oh sh-t, i gave my b-tch a seizure (d-mn)
knew somethin’ was weird once that bro had a kitchen full of beakers
and he ain’t no chem teacher
i looked up to that n-gga, then i looked up the preacher
that’s why a n-gga be preachin’
i can’t f-ck with people who ain’t passionate, i’m adamant
if it’s my plan, it’s elaborate, dropped out of state
but a n-gga still did mastered it
my sh-t, i’m smashin’ it (woah)
your sh-t, i’m sn-tchin’ it (woah)
holy jesus, lazarus
ai braids, so don’t be talkin’ ’bout no practice, b-tch
i done been around actors and activists
i can get money alone or collaborative
i can take a pic with a bad b-tch
and afterwards she a badder b-tch, that’s facts

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
yeah, i’m with cody and dixie (both)
three dollars to my name, got a juice and a mcchicken (starvin’)
call in some coney, it’s gone be done in twenty minutes
don’t go up there with no strap, might have to bang it out with some n-ggas, wait, hold up
went on google, when i looked up your lyrics, they had no meaning in them
pourin’ actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a n—-
yes, she bad, but i can’t wife her if she been seen with n-ggas
i rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy n-ggas
like mic drop, i’m like “i wish i was lil bow wow”
unc life, never wish you was another n-gga
it ain’t f-ck these n-ggas, but f-ck these n-ggas
asked am i happy with this money, b-tch, i’m happy to be livin’
i was makin’ a sandwich, they started shootin’ through the kitchen
i got lower than a midget, bullets crashin’ through them digits
ayy, i’m really from them trenches (really)
n-gga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
ayy man, these n-ggas b-tches
if i don’t do that real n-gga sh-t, how they gon’ see it?
all these other rappers k!llers are drippin’ like reese’s pieces
all that sh-t smoke and mirrors, arabic shisha
started talkin’ to moon, god made me a different creature, ahh
remember when i almost gave up on this music sh-t? (i did)
highly favored, ayy, i really dodged a bougie b-tch
she see the cubans, she gon’ want the coochie hit (come here)
my chain got more f-ckin’ colors than a coogi fit
stay talkin’ ’bout me, tell them, tell you how i feel (tell)
i thank god, he been workin’ harder than the devil (amen)
i’m a black rich felon with some hit records
joy road, what i been, yellin’, n-ggas been tellin’
care ’bout a lot, but i don’t give a f-ck ’bout what it cost (i don’t)
you ain’t gotta pay for nothin’, b-tch, you with a boss (my guy)
just don’t go over your budget, that’s gon’ p-ss me off
they wanna know my cologne, can’t let them get the sauce
love my hood, but you will never see me go there (never)
all that “been a real n-gga” sh-t ain’t get me nowhere (nowhere)
you love your hood? n-gga, f-ck your hood
see the world, go get a crib, off the coast, layin’ good
my whole hood got extinct over petty beef
n-ggas i looked up to growing up, they deceased
wish they could have been here, d-mn, how i get here?
god saved me with the rap game, even though this sh-t weird (sh-t weird)
me and shine, we put on for the crib
call us dte ’cause we cut on the lights around that b-tch
fat ugly n-gga, get ’em wet like pretty ricky
she gon’ throw it back for my mclaren, fifty-fifties
on my mama i was really in them trenches (in them trenches)
bangin’, n-ggas b-tches
on my mama i was really in them trenches (in them trenches)
ayy, they ain’t men, n-gga b-tches, you hear me?

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