| Yeah, I’m bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| I ain’t sparin' none of these people
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| I’ll leave it up to my wrist
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| Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
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| You ain’t takin' losses, I ain’t takin' none either
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| Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
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| Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
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| Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
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| Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito
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| And I’m stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
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| Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
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| Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)
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| I’ll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)
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| I ain’t doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame
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| Presidential Rollie, yeah, I had to rock it plain
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| Yeah, I went Panamera roof on the whip
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| To make sure I see the stars in the rain
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| You can do what you do, but you know you can’t tame me
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| It get aired out broad day, but you know they ain’t tellin' names, man
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| Yeah, when the pressure on, send them young niggas chop it down every day, man
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| I wan' see somebody head on the curtain
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| I wan' see somebody dead in they vert
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| Hit the Aventador with them 7.62s, can’t go nowhere
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| Yeah, please stop playin' with Keed, just know that I go there
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| I seen a lot of shit niggas ain’t never seen, they’ll never go there
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| You can fuck my baby mama, I ain’t trippin', I never put a ring on her
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| Yeah, when I take off and depart, I’m goin' where my dreams at, yeah
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| I never speak on what I know, nigga, 'cause I’m real, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, all-gold Bentley truck, never drive the army Range, no
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| I ain’t sparin' none of these people
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| I’ll leave it up to my wrist
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| Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
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| You ain’t takin' losses, I ain’t takin' none either
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| Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
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| Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
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| Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
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| Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito
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| And I’m stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
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| Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
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| Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)
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| I’ll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)
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| I ain’t doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame
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| Hell yeah, yeah, when I pull up in the building
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| I got rings in my nose, I got rings in my face
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| Hell yeah, yeah, yeah, the spider web talkin'
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| Yeah, I know that I’m straight, yeah, I know that I’m great
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| Hell yeah, yeah, when I get the meals in
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| Yeah, I’m scrapin' on the side, yeah, I’m scrapin' off the plate
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| Gotta stay good with it
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| Gotta put the bands on my mama so she good livin'
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| Leave a nigga dead, shoulda, woulda, but I could do it
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| I tend to boss up when it’s time for it, man, I gotta win a prize
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| Gotta go get it for her baby name, gotta make sure that I grind
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| I never lost, gotta see what goin' on, gotta see these numbers climb
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| Gotta keep a hundred-fifty on me, gotta keep a couple dimes
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| I put the lights out when it’s night time, okay
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| Yeah, I’m determined, got ambition on me, tryna make a way
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| Think a nigga slippin', I’ll go’n get to trippin', go 'head, get a case
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| Ride with F&N's, Dracos, and AKs
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| I ain’t sparin' none of these people
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| I’ll leave it up to my wrist
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| Glock got a drum, rockin' out like the Beatles
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| You ain’t takin' losses, I ain’t takin' none either
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| Pretty lil' bitch, yeah, I turn her to a skeeter
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| Four lines left, pour it in a two-liter
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| Yeah, I hit a lick, just call me Derek Jeter
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| Yeah, this ho suck the drip up, mosquito
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| And I’m stuffin' all these bands in my pants, man
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| Yeah, this money growin' old like grandparents
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| Outside white, but the inside cranberry (Hey)
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| I’ll make a way, no Harriet Tubman (Hey)
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| I ain’t doin' favors for a motherfuckin' lame |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grandparents, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп