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letra de young grizzley world - tee grizzley

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[intro: ynw melly]
chopsquad
young grizzley world, baby (young grizzley word)
no, no, no (young grizzley world, baby)
no, no, no, no, no, no (young grizzley world, baby)
no, no, no (young grizzley world, baby)
nowadays, n-gg-s change on the gang
switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us
n-gg- ain’t really with that sh-t
on that snake sh-t, fake -ss n-gg-, that ain’t what’s up
(young grizzley world, baby)
p-ssy n-gg-, that ain’t what’s up, oh
(young n-gg- world, baby)

[chorus: ynw melly]
nowadays, n-gg-s change for the fame
n-gg-s switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
he was just rich two years ago
now the n-gg- in the middle of the road on angel dust
we ain’t had sh-t, we was on our d-ck
and them hoes ain’t even really wanna hang with us
n-gg-s switch on some snake sh-t, fake sh-t
h-ll nah, p-ssy -ss n-gg-, that ain’t what’s up
n-gg- f-ckin’ with the crew, say he really with the sh-t
h-ll nah, we a clique full of murderers
don’t touch my n-gg-, my n-gg-s really creep
they slime, and they will murder ya
n-gg- sayin’ that he body bagging, toe-tagging sh-t, f-ck n-gg-
but we ain’t ever heard of ya
you can keep all the stories to yourself, f-ck n-gg-
you ain’t on that sh-t, we never heard of ya
p-ssy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gg-, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gg-, we ain’t heard of ya
clique full of murderers
f-ck n-gg-, we ain’t heard of ya

[verse 1: a boogie wit da hoodie]
i got a new b-tch for the summer
they wait for the bus and they throw me right under
my watch and baguettes, i don’t know what’s exactly the price
but it cost me way over a hundred
bro had the drink, i had thought it was soda
i sipped it and felt like i was in a coma
i’m covered in water, i need me a floater
she suckin’ my d-ck and i don’t even know her
all my guys right
you fight, i fight
i’m fly, you’re fly
my guys, my guys
my guys, fight if i fight
k!ll, stab, die, die
i try too many times
i cry too many times

[verse 2: tee grizzley]
n-gg- watch who you play with (stop playin’)
before i catch a premeditated (bah)
got a lot of n-gg-s dead and i still see they faces (woo)
i’m a rap star, i could’ve been a mental patient
hit you with the bag, you still ain’t paid me (what?)
you must want a n-gg- come and do you like a stranger
i ain’t even trippin’, money older than a pager
n-gg-s see you shine and forget you really dangerous
they won’t let you help ’em (they won’t let you help ’em)
they gon’ make you nail ’em (f-ck it, go’n k!ll him)
my n-gg- got life, he call every day
i don’t know what to tell him (i can’t help my n-gg-)
we gon’ get more time than murder, they catch us with this sh-t we sellin’ (we gotta be level)
y’all went from high school to college
we went from babies to felons, n-gg- (that’s on my mama)
i done really survived everything these streets offered (did all that sh-t)
i been through the mud, almost gave up
i done really survived everything these streets offered (did all that sh-t)
i been caged up (yeah), i done dodged them slugs (yeah, ayy)

[verse 3: ynw melly]
i got a nine hour, i got a nine hour
i got a nine hour flight
i got a nine hour, i got a nine hour
i got a nine hour flight
load up the k, load up the carbon
this sh-t is off the dome
d caught a body, trell caught a body
my n-gg-s ain’t comin’ home
i know that lil trell comin’ home
but they give lil d fifty years
his mama keep cryin’ them tears (start cryin’ on me)
his mama keep cryin’ them tears (start cryin’, ah)
it’s a draco in the back of the car
and the police here behind you
better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
boy, you better run
lil’ melly comin’ for ya
and he strapped up with the gun
an anaconda in your circle, and you don’t even know
they tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim that you’re broke
and where was she when a young n-gg- was so d-mn broke?
and where was she when a n-gg- ain’t have no hope? huh
dirty mattress (yeah, slatt, slatt)
man, these p-ssy n-gg-s actin’ (man, these p-ssy n-gg-s actin’)
ho, h-ll nah, ain’t no lackin’
big b’s, double-oh-twenty, baby, what’s brackin’?
f-ck boy get actin’
pick him up like some motherf-ckin’ laundry
n-gg- play, h-ll nah, armanis
these hoes gon’ f-ck up our lease
balenciagas, saint laurents
this b-tch wanna f-ck, she rollin’ my blunts
i don’t even smoke, you like to toke
we totin’ the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone

[chorus: ynw melly]
nowadays, n-gg-s change for the fame
n-gg-s switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
he was just rich two years ago
now the n-gg- in the middle of the road on angel dust
we ain’t had sh-t, we was on our d-ck
and them hoes ain’t even really wanna hang with us
n-gg-s switch on some snake sh-t, fake sh-t
h-ll nah, p-ssy -ss n-gg-, that ain’t what’s up
n-gg- f-ckin’ with the crew, say he really with the sh-t
h-ll nah, we a clique full of murderers
don’t touch my n-gg-, my n-gg-s really creep
they slime, and they will murder ya
n-gg- sayin’ that he body bagging, toe-tagging sh-t, f-ck n-gg-
but we ain’t ever heard of ya
you can keep all the stories to yourself, f-ck n-gg-
you ain’t on that sh-t, we never heard of ya (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
p-ssy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gg-, we ain’t heard of ya
f-ck n-gg-, we ain’t heard of ya
clique full of murderers
f-ck n-gg-, we ain’t heard of ya