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2 chainz - granny كلمات الأغنية

[hook: bankroll fresh]
granny came out like what the f-ck going on
everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
everyboy round here working, n-gga nextel chirpin’
[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving
back then they were working
n-gga [?]
super charged’ 442 man that motherf-cker hard
t-top foreign, b-ttons and all that..
you can even found where we gon’ stash and work hard at

[verse 1: bankroll fresh]
[?]
serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes ’round
used to want a 87′ pro ham big brain super [?]
know i want my sh-t mount
know them rubberband count it
know your b-tch on my d-ck
and you know i’m selling ounces
used to ride 78, to take the sh-t to stone mountain
now i’m a street executive with street money
n-gga and i count it
oh you n-ggas looking bad
oh you n-ggas looking mad
super charge on them motherf-cker
cam, got this b-tch fast
young n-gga just left the dealer
i’m talking about paper tags
i’m talking about straight cash
where you fl!ckas, that’s your bands
n-gga try to duck the van
keep your eye on your man
the young n-gga ridin’ and wildin’
murk your -ss over xans

[hook]

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
bought a maybach out of pro tools
before that it was no rules
first one with panamera, treat that b-tch like a old school
first i got them burglar bars, then i got my sh-t together
when we was on section 8, i feel like i’d pay rent forever
started off with triple zeros then i got me some ziplocs
we ain’t had no peep hole, open that b-tch with a 6 shot
pull up to the dealership, left that hit a tint shop
left that and hit the jewelry store, left there with a wrist watch
mama still watching matlock, got the block on padlock
used all my gucci boxes, as motherf-cking stash spots
what more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard
got a trap on fire, n-gga, we was down a street from the airport

[hook]

[verse 3: peewee longway]
100 grams in my n-ts-ck, had to tuck it from 12
grinding on my nextel, youngins slanging them bells
my uncle joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale
back in the day i was rapping, the dope was shippin’ through mail
2004 clientele, i drank my packs on the daily
og smelling like p-ss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale
i put fochinis on my bunion, it’s the key to my step
ferragamo ’round my waist, i put handcuffs on myself
f-ck 12 p-ssy n-gga, they can’t find out where the stash at
hundred gas bag, in the audi hatchback
i started grinding, ain’t got no where else to hide the cash at
granny came home like what the f-ck going on!??

[hook]

- 2 chainz

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