Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grammy, artist - Sahtyre. Date of issue: 10.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grammy |
| But y’all don’t even feel me |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Call that shit a Grammy |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Yeah, but y’all don’t understand me |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Call that shit a Grammy |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Gave a xany to your granny |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Plus I got a grammy of that cammy, double whammy |
| Your shat a kind of brown, my shit tanner, no dammy |
| Dipping through Cali in a stolen grey Camry |
| Off that JonBenét Ramsey, but I always stay antsy |
| Cheffing with the rich, I’m Gordon fucking Ramsay |
| Got y’all niggas looking like it’s Jordan over Camby |
| I’m 'bout to show y’all niggas what extraordinary can be |
| I’m doper than that shit that we was snorting in Miami |
| Bet you 'bout a dollar if you want it with my family |
| Then someone come out tomorrow, fuck or me |
| Yeah, but y’all don’t even hand me |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Call that shit a Grammy |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| And y’all kids don’t want it, I kill 'em like Plan B |
| And I’m smoking on that good loud, we call that shit a Grammy |
| Yeah, call that shit a Grammy |
| Call that shit a Grammy |
| Raised by Keaney, no daddy or mami |
| Only father figure was pops and grandpa-addy |
| Now all I’m doing is shots and popping addys |
| Till my vision crooked like them cops when they grab me |
| Flow wet till I drop like the panties |
| On these girls that say they love me, but they don’t understand me |
| They try to undermine me, y’all try to upper hand me |
| But I see the big picture like a mural in an alley |
| Beauty skin deep like a in the ass cheek |
| My niggas the future and y’all niggas is last week |
| Smoke hasheesh till I’m like, «Oh shit, god damn |
| Now I don’t love her, cause I don’t kick it with no damn sheep» |
| Yeah, and you could even ask your aunty |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| Yeah, call that shit a Grammy |
| Smoking on that good loud, call that shit a Grammy |
| And y’all can’t command me, I do my own damn thing |
| Bitch I don’t gotta stand out cause I’m just outstanding |
| They clear me for take off and I’m never landing |
| I’m smoking on that good loud, they call that a Grammy |