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grady baby - tm88 & yung ralph lyrics

[intro: yung ralph]
yeah
you know the voice
ralph
juggman (hoodrich, buddy)
crash dummy (zaytoven)
spendin’ cash money (ayy)

[refrain: yung ralph]
i’m a real ’80s grady baby (yeah), bustdown rollie, carti bracelet (bling)
all my jewelry schizophrenic (yeah), diamonds goin’ crazy lately (woah)
money straight, i been on (hood—), still makin’ juggs, i been on (hood—)
window clear, no tint on (yup), and i got this sh*t on (let’s get it)

[chorus: yung ralph]
i’m proud of me, so i prada me, i go head to feet (yeah)
honestly, they ain’t onto me, there’s only one of me (yeah)
i promise me i’m gonna be everywhere the money be (d*mn)
i promise me i’ma pop it on ’em, no more humble me (let’s get it)
rich sh*t, hop right out my rolls, hop right in my lam’
trap sh*t, thumbin’ through this paper, money counter jam
cap sh*t, boy, you know you bluffin’, put them guns down (yeah)
cap sh*t, boy, you know i’m juggin’, spread them funds ’round (let’s go)

[verse 1: yung ralph]
trapper*slash*rapper, yeah, i get a lil’ dough (dough)
i might f*ck that lil’ b*tch, but i ain’t beefin’ ’bout no ho (oh, no)
we got highs, we got lows, man, like eeny, miny, moe (woah, woah)
we got bricks, we got ‘bows, traphouse crowded like a store (skrrt, skrrt)
fool be gone off the white, keep on f*ckin’ up the sack (for real)
on 75 fast, i’m finna go and f*ck a sack (sack)
thick fine sh*t with me probably never seen a ‘bach
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout no paper, naw, i know i’ll jugg it back (jugg)
[chorus: yung ralph]
proud of me, so i prada me, i go head to feet (yeah)
honestly, they ain’t onto me, there’s only one of me (yeah)
i promise me i’m gonna be everywhere the money be (d*mn)
i promise me i’ma pop it on ’em, no more humble me (let’s get it)
rich sh*t, hop right out my rolls, hop right in my lam’
trap sh*t, thumbin’ through this paper, money counter jam
cap sh*t, boy, you know you bluffin’, put them guns down (yeah)
cap sh*t, boy, you know i’m juggin’, spread them funds ’round (hoodrich, n*gga)

[verse 2: yung ralph]
shrooms with the perkies got me litty with my shirt off (shirt off)
hundred*thousand*dollar old*school, watch me skrrt off (skrrt off)
let my money talk for me, i don’t speak, take that skirt off (skirt off)
get a different load in every week, get that work off
i’ma beat the block up every day like i did anna mae (anna mae)
i’ma keep this glock right by my side in case they wanna hate (wanna hate)
i might send you zelle or cash app, but i don’t go on dates (go on dates)
and i told that b*tch to turn me up, yeah, this an 808 (808)

[chorus: yung ralph]
proud of me, so i prada me, i go head to feet (yeah)
honestly, they ain’t onto me, there’s only one of me (yeah)
i promise me i’m gonna be everywhere the money be (d*mn)
i promise me i’ma pop it on ’em, no more humble me (let’s get it)
rich sh*t, hop right out my rolls, hop right in my lam’
trap sh*t, thumbin’ through this paper, money counter jam
cap sh*t, boy, you know you bluffin’, put them guns down (yeah)
cap sh*t, boy, you know i’m juggin’, spread them funds ’round (let’s go)
[outro: yung ralph & pretty boy tank]
i’m a real ’80s grady baby, bustdown rollie, carti bracelet
all my jewelry schizophrenic, diamonds goin’ crazy lately
money straight, i been on, still makin’ juggs, i been on
window clear, no tint on, and i got that sh*t on
jonesboro south
this is for the city
a*town

- tm88 yung ralph lyrics

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