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baby grizzley - first night out كلمات أغنية

[intro]
got my n_gga strap in this b_tch with me, what up, blood?
listen, baby grizz came home, bro
be honest, bro, what you think he ’bout to do, bro?
man, he about to trip out, go dumb as h_ll with that sh_t, for real, for real (ain’t do doubt)
but like, no time, n_gga, you know what time it is, haha (for sure that, for sure that)
look, baby grizz just came home, bro, what you think you about to do, bro?
bro, we gon’ f_ck the streets up, bro (mm_hmm)
that’s what we finna do, man (say it again, one more time)
we finna f_ck the streets up
yeah, it’s your baby
ayy, ayy

[verse]
see, i got carats all on my— i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cookin’ sh_t
catch you and i light your pants on fire, boy, we cookin’ sh_t (bang, bang)
we the activators, n_ggas all talk, full of sh_t (n_gga)
fans got me boolin’, i had them wishin’, n_gga, with a stick (come on, dre, grrt)
first night out, i’m in the ‘ghini blowin’ h_lla strong (skrrt)
get your b_tch together, i heard mia’s an umbrella (woo, woo)
big monеy, five hundred, i remеmber i was sellin’ phones (big money, n_gga)
real headbanger, tell them boys put their helmet on (real headbanger)
you n_ggas got out of line, but i’ma fix you (you out of line)
quick to wipe a n_gga face, no tissue (woo, woo)
heard dog locked for a body, he a snitch too
put that bread on a broke n_gga, f_ck his b_tch too (okay)
ayy, these n_ggas shootin’ in the air and sh_t (they doin’ what?)
i’m in the city, we pull up and get to airin’ sh_t, uh
pull up with a n_gga ho in the mclaren sh_t
see an opp and shoot him like a film, we ain’t airin’ this (brrt)
if that b_tch from the wrong way, i’ma spin her (uh)
spent three seventy_five, n_ggas thought i had a printer (for real)
told block to bring them trees in, it ain’t december (n_gga)
n_ggas sprint when we blow down with 50s in the sprinter (brrt)
five hundred, free my n_gga pill, shout out 20 lou (five hundred)
jack boy like i’m wop, but i don’t f_ck with 22 (n_gga)
threesome with your b_tch and your ex, that’s what twenty do
b_tch, it’s big fifty, rich n_ggas, yeah, twenty coupes (n_gga)
f_ck seein’ my opps, dyin’ slow as f_ck (huh)
she’ll never pull up with a smoker, that’s a head shot, quick death (bang, bang)
told n_ggas disrespect the head bein’ get left (n_gga)
top five n_ggas in my hood call me big left (bang)
since i got a deal, they say i act different (okay)
caught a fed case and got back, i’m back winnin’ (caught a fed what?)
twin lamborghinis, no, this ain’t no scat, n_gga
gave my young dog a drac’ and told him back_to_back n_ggas (k!ll ’em)
oh, that’s big dog (yeah), lamborghini meezy (yeah)
drums like a beat, out of here, but i ain’t wheezy (out of here)
i’ma switch hoes if you ever try to cheat me (b_tch)
and i only f_ck rich hoes, michael ealy (yeah)
i’m a dealer and a user, percs got me woozy (okay)
you can call me future when i’m tweakin’ with that uzi (okay)
n_ggas sneak dissin’ d_ck suckers (all that sh_t goofy, n_gga)
ayy, shoes, shirt, hat, belt (all that sh_t gucci, n_gga)
ayy, pull up in a tank, blowin’ dank with the goonies (woo)
when she need a saint, but i can’t, i’m a loosie
pull up in a tank, blowin’ dank with the goonies (woo)
when she need a saint, but i can’t, i’m a loosie
a milli’ plus make these f_ck n_ggas believe in us (a milli’ plus)
buy her a prezi, make that young b_tch believe in love (buy her a what?)
try to eat, i’m throwin’ shots, you could eat a slug (bang, bang)
love got me hurt, i gotta numb pain with the drugs
i leave a b_tch behind for the wrong energy (leave her behind)
if i don’t murder such and such, i’ma injure him (bang, bang)
n_gga get into it with a banger, i’ma intervene
bland with a beam (bang), xan’ with the lean
look here, baby, i can’t come over without a bl!ck (i ain’t goin’ out)
you can’t be talkin’ like the dope man without a brick (talkin’ that)
ayy, i’m really the kick a door man, we got a l!ck
i told her if you make me slow dance, i gotta hit
back to this street sh_t, strapped with a glee, sh_t
blat gang, knock a n_gga hat to his feet sh_t
think i had a hundred cribs when i got them ki’s in
six twos blowin’ through the door, a n_gga peeped in
f_ck, then i got to leave, i can’t hold it up
pop three 10s, i’m ’bout to slide till i sober up (woo, woo)
f_ck, then i got to leave, i can’t hold it up (n_gga)
pop three 10s, i’m ’bout to slide till i sober up (brrt)
[outro]
n_gga

- baby grizzley

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