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lirik lagu walked down – tee grizzley

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[intro: tee grizzley]
we got big straps, heavy checks
oh yeah (b*tch, you know antt did the beat)

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
ain’t nothin’ light over here, we got big straps, heavy checks (facts)
girlie almost k!lled us in the whip, she got some deadly neck (slow down)
dog say we beefin’, he just talkin’ with his petty ass (rah*rah)
catch him out in traffic, get to tossin’ at his scary ass (what’s up?)
we ain’t stoppin’ sh*t, they hit them lights and we gon’ scratch off (we gone)
f*ck i look lettin’ you pull me over in this trackhawk? (no cap)
icy chain, plain watch, temper short, bag long
in the trenches, strikers out, fully on me, mask on (yeah)
n*ggas can’t come ’round the guys no more (man, f*ck n*ggas)
n*ggas can’t get pieces of our pies no more (f*ck these n*ggas)
i ain’t savin’ n*ggas’ lives, sparin’ n*ggas’ wives, givin’ none of these p*ssy*ass n*ggas fries no more (don’t put your hand out)
i’m with horsetheone, you know that boy ain’t no joke (that boy ain’t no joke)
i’m with mari red, you know that n*gga gon’ blow (that n*gga gon’ shoot)
ayy, i ain’t talkin’ captain jay’s, glizzy got a fifty piece
pretty*ass arabic, chaldean sneaky link (uh*huh)
fifty ‘bow sale, ’bout to pull up to l. george’s (uh*huh)
pockets enormous, we cook sh*t like george foreman (go get ’em)
p*ss me off, i’m puttin’ that on you, no back and forthin’ (the bag)
headshot his ass, he survive, he won’t be normal (bah)
‘member i was broke, so f*ckin’ hungry, boy, i could’ve cried (no cap)
brodie had meal, my hands together, i’m like, “bust the fries” (let me get some of them)
crazy how them n*ggas was the man, they ain’t got no money now (they finished)
i got all the money now (they finished), don’t give me them puppy eyes, n*gga
[verse 2: lil yachty & tee grizzley]
is you dyin’ for me? (is you with me?) i don’t want you then (then beat it)
i just dumped two pints, i’m tryna skip the day (f*ck it)
my shooter dyslexic, his abcs start with k (baow)
an fn (brrt) and k, yeah (oh yeah)
n*ggas p*ss poor, wouldn’t even f*ck on they b*tch (i’ll take her to there)
get on they brother ass with a switch (grr)
double down until i got ’bout ten on my wrist (bust it)
rolls*royce kit came with an assist (skrrt)
blinders on, it’s tunnel vision, i still don’t miss (okay)
f*ck experience, baby, it’s all inside of the wrist (okay)
we the hot boys, i’m geekin’, this ain’t tris (uh*uh)
pour p*ss ‘fore i ever sip that sh*t (can’t do it)
me goin’ back and forth with n*ggas, that’s unheard of (uh*uh)
get me out of the loop, i been seein’ double
my dog think it’s a ball game, dog stay in trouble (trippin’)
pretty b*tch just like the game, i’ma hit the bubble (no cap)
man, f*ck this n*gga thinkin’ tryna test some rubbles? (what’s wrong with him?)
all that petty sh*t he flexin’ to me like pebbles (that’s light)
all this ice, i need a shovel (yeah)
it’s on, i need a metal (uh*huh)
poppin’ sh*t with no b*ttons just like kettles (uh*huh)

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