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lou's deli - tee grizzley lyrics

[intro]
(banger)
(oh, yeah, i’m finna make a banger with this one)
i’m just gon’ start this b*tch from the middle, f*ck it
right here, let’s get it
ayy

[verse 1]
i can’t even lie, bro, i’m one of them ones
they owe me somethin’, i got it in blood
look at this sh*t that i got out the mud
look at your b*tch steady blowin’ me up
i hold this sh*t down, you know i’m the anchor (the anchor)
that micro wake up the neighbors (the neighbors)
know it’s the one when you hear that (dj on the beat, so it’s a banger, let’s go)
count up faces, test my patiencе, i make lil’ bro jump out chasin’ (chasin’)
sh*t in the vacant, we been waitin’, last n*gga swung through this b*tch ain’t makе it (bah)
big n*gga and baltimore richard on, people thinkin’ i play for the ravens (the ravens)
you ain’t gettin’ no money, you ain’t caught no hat, b*tch, you cannot sit at this table (this table)
rich as f*ck, i still’ll face somethin’
bro got yercs, i d*mn near take one
who the f*ck is that? lil’ bro lift drac’ up
suck my d*ck, i’ll nut in her makeup (makeup)
been in that field, lil’ boy, my rank up (rank up)
what they gon’ do with me now? my pape’ up (my pape’ up)
gang, i double dare n*ggas to play tough
like this b*tton won’t f*ck they face up
bro, it ain’t sh*t to provide, this sh*t really easy, these n*ggas be makin’ it hard (makin’ it hard)
you better stay in the house if you know what’s best, my young n*ggas out in them cars (they stay in them cars)
they ain’t got sh*t for the streets, come get it from me, you know i be raisin’ the bar (raisin’ the bar)
full*body wood k, call us rockstars, we gon’ swing that b*tch like a guitar (like a guitar)
talk ’bout this money ’cause mines together
new rolls*royce, it came with the umbrellas
you f*ckin’ with him, baby, you could do better
i’m godly, come get a lil’ slice of heaven
they know me in louis, they know me in rick
i’ll buy everything in my size they sellin’ (my size they sellin’)
why the f*ck is you n*ggas keep buyin’ jewelry if you gon’ turn around tryna sell it, n*gga? (tryna sell it, n*gga)
[interlude]
i ain’t gon’ lie, i be confused, like i don’t understand motherf*ckers
i’m ’bout to, i’m ’bout to stop even tryna understand motherf*ckers, though, like
no cap, that sh*t don’t even be none of my business anyway

[verse 2]
d*mn near a thousand horses on the ‘rari truck, b*tch’ll f*ck around and leave the ‘ghini (leave the ‘ghini)
i had a loose three racks, i ran in chanel and bought me some beanies (ran in chanel)
n*ggas loafin’, hop out sweepin’, uh, neck, wrists, ears fiji (fiji)
we could go rack for rack, go shot for shot, let’s do it, we got plenty (let’s do it)
i got my young n*gga comin’ from cali, no vacation, he bringin’ a bag (bringin’ a bag)
no frontin’, we cashin’ ’em out (cash), heard you n*ggas be duckin’ y’all tail (duckin’ y’all tail)
you can’t play with my name at all (at all), disrespect me, i’ll get on your ass (on your ass)
when we find out who on them fake pages, n*ggas comin’ to lay in your grass (grass)
i ain’t got no time to waste, i spent years of my life in prison (in prison)
n*ggas in sh*t that ain’t got sh*t to do with them, what the f*ck happened to mindin’ your business? (what happened?)
lil’ bro called me like, “i see dog,” why you callin’ me, brodie? go get him (go get him)
she got chanel, then she got a n*gga, man, these hoes don’t really be independent (come on, man)
i f*ck with saint, i f*ck with haimov, hd tryna take me to fevzi
i’m ten million in jewelry, no kizzy (no kizzy)
shoot the drizzy like curry, no hesi’ (no hesi’)
i’m in dubai, arabic dial presi’
say my prayers and count up my blessings (my blessings)
you put me in a booth and i’m walkin’
you put me in the streets and i’m steppin’, n*gga (i’m steppin’, n*gga)
[outro]
put me in a booth and i’m walkin’
put me in the streets and i’m steppin’
i pray and i count up my blessings
no half

- tee grizzley lyrics

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