| These niggas prayin' on my downfall
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| Straight up from the bleachers, but I’m a different creature
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| I bring shit to the table, I ain’t fuckin' with no leechers (No)
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| Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn)
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| Knew somethin' was weird once that bro had a kitchen full of beakers
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| And he ain’t no chem teacher
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| I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up the preacher
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| That’s why a nigga be preachin'
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| I can’t fuck with people who ain’t passionate, I’m adamant
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| If it’s my plan, it’s elaborate, dropped out of State
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| But a nigga still did mastered it
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| My shit, I’m smashin' it (Woah)
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| Your shit, I’m snatchin' it (Woah)
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| Holy Jesus, Lazarus
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| AI braids, so don’t be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch
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| I done been around actors and activists
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| I can get money alone or collaborative
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| I can take a pic with a bad bitch
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| And afterwards she a badder bitch, that’s facts
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| Yeah, I’m with Cody and Dixie (Both)
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| Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin')
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| Call in some Coney, it’s gone be done in twenty minutes
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| Don’t go up there with no strap
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| Might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up
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| Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they had no meaning in them
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| Pourin' actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga
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| Yes, she bad, but I can’t wife her if she been seen with niggas
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| I rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas
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| Like mic drop, I’m like «I wish I was Lil Bow Wow»
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| Unc life, never wish you was another nigga
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| It ain’t fuck these niggas, but fuck these niggas
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| Asked am I happy with this money, bitch, I’m happy to be livin'
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| I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen
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| I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them digits
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| Ayy, I’m really from them trenches (Really)
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| Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
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| Ayy man, these niggas bitches
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| If I don’t do that real nigga shit, how they gon' see it?
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| All these other rappers killers are drippin' like Reese’s Pieces
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| All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha
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| Started talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ahh
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| Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? |
| (I did)
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| Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a bougie bitch
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| She see the Cubans, she gon' want the coochie hit (Come here)
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| My chain got more fuckin' colors than a Coogi fit
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| Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell them, tell you how I feel (Tell)
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| I thank God, he been workin' harder than the Devil (Amen)
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| I’m a black rich felon with some hit records
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| Joy Road, what I been, yellin', niggas been tellin'
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| Care 'bout a lot, but I don’t give a fuck 'bout what it cost (I don’t)
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| You ain’t gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a boss (My guy)
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| Just don’t go over your budget, that’s gon' piss me off
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| They wanna know my cologne, can’t let them get the sauce
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| Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never)
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| All that «Been a real nigga"shit ain’t get me nowhere (Nowhere)
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| You love your hood? |
| nigga, fuck your hood
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| See the world, go get a crib, off the coast, layin' good
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| My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
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| Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased
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| Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?
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| God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird)
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| Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
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| Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch
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| Fat ugly nigga, get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky
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| She gon' throw it back for my McLaren, fifty-fifties
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| On my mama I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
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| Bangin', niggas bitches
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| On my mama I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
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| Ayy, they ain’t men, nigga bitches, you hear me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trenches , by - Tee Grizzley. Song from the album The Smartest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп