| Everybody with me clumsy
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| We all be droppin' shit
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| Droppin' niggas, droppin' icicles, fuck a bitch, drop her at her momma crib
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| Not with the gossipin', we do that robbin' shit
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| Any means, I’m gon' eat
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| Slide with the tank on full
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| Leave with the Glock on E
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| I got a K, it hold a hunnid
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| But I got lazy, only put 90
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| Money make your whole team vanish
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| That’s a paper trick, Origami
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| I be dolo, don’t need a posse
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| If you got the wave, I got the tsunami
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| Chain hit like Ike Turner
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| But I don’t beat bitches, I beat bodies
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| I just buss' the Chain Reactions just to stump a nigga in Versace
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| Call me Martin, I stay with the Tommy
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| You lookin' for me, pussy? |
| Come find me
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| And I’m not gon' snatch your chain
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| I’m gon' take it off politely
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| So when I go back to sell it, it’s not damaged, not even slightly
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| Raised 'round killers, that’s how I’m cut
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| Find out where he stay, I don’t shoot the house up
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| Lay in that bush till you lames lock up
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| Whoever walk outside first drop somethin'
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| Lift that chopper, go nuts
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| That was his momma? |
| So what?
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| Nigga that’s your fault, we wanted your blood
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| And your bitch take dick like a grown up
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| I’m a product of them streets
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| Sharks and hustlers, I’m from the deep
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| Bring a nigga to the feast
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| We not stingy, homey, eat
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| He get greedy, put him to sleep
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| They gotta identify him by his teeth
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| We gon' kill you if you freeze when your job was to squeeze, nigga
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| (I'm here slangin' on display)
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| I got a Uzi and it sound like (Boom)
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| I got a Draco and it sound like (Boom)
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| Sheesh
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| Knock your shit open, the bullets explosive
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| Fall and you get stood over
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| Can’t run outta bullets in a shoot out
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| Takin' my time, countin' as I’m blowin'
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| Yeah, drumsticks
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| Guitar-sized AR’s, we a little band
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| Rapper dissed me, I made every show like I’m his biggest fan
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| Hollows in that Sprinter van gon' leave somebody crippled, man
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| You see your DJ’s brain come through his head, you will turn religious, man
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| Havin' my way
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| I’ma see what’s up at the range, let’s practice okay? |
| (Let's practice okay?)
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| Dead bodies in the hood, pour acids on it for rapid decay
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| Granny don’t even know the savage she raised, nigga (Savage she raised nigga)
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| 200K get you took off the planet today nigga (On my mother)
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| Ay, niggas hoes, I don’t feel 'em
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| Cut his head like a dick, let his homeboys deal him
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| Fuck who rockin' with him
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| Catch his bitch at the mall and she shoe-shoppin' nigga
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| Don’t let 'em die, just shoot out the windows
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| That’s how I’m comin' (That's how I’m comin')
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| You not faster than no bullets, why is you runnin'? |
| (Fuck is you runnin'?)
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| I be talkin' to my Glock like you be buggin' (Bitch you be trippin')
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| I put four G’s on my drop, them bitches revvin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| They like, «Grizzley bro, you rich, why is you thuggin'?"(Why am I thuggin'?)
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| Big Meech was rich, ain’t nobody ask him why was he hustlin' (Why is he
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| hustlin'?)
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| What y’all need to ask is these niggas why they be bluffin' (Fake ass niggas)
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| Took my FN off my hip like, «You've been summoned"(Bop!) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Warrior, artist - Tee Grizzley. Album song Scriptures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп