| Nowadays, niggas change on the gang
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| Switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us
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| Nigga ain’t really with that shit
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| On that snake shit, fake ass nigga, that ain’t what’s up
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| (Young Grizzley World, baby)
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| Pussy nigga, that ain’t what’s up, oh
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| (Young Nigga World, baby)
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| Nowadays, niggas change for the fame
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| Niggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
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| He was just rich two years ago
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| Now the nigga in the middle of the road on angel dust
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| We ain’t had shit, we was on our dick
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| And them hoes ain’t even really wanna hang with us
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| Niggas switch on some snake shit, fake shit
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| Hell nah, pussy ass nigga, that ain’t what’s up
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| Nigga fuckin' with the crew, say he really with the shit
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| Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers
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| Don’t trust my nigga, my niggas really creep
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| They slime, and they will murder ya
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| Nigga sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging shit, fuck nigga
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| But we ain’t ever heard of ya
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| You can keep all the stories to yourself, fuck nigga
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| You ain’t on that shit, we never heard of ya
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| Pussy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
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| Fuck nigga, we ain’t heard of ya
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| Fuck nigga, we ain’t heard of ya
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| Clique full of murderers
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| Fuck nigga, we ain’t heard of ya
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| I got a new bitch for the summer
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| They wait for the bus and they throw me right under
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| My watch and baguettes, I don’t know what’s exactly the price
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| But it cost me way over a hundred
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| Bro had the drink, I had thought it was soda
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| I sipped it and felt like I was in a coma
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| I’m covered in water, I need me a floater
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| She suckin' my dick and I don’t even know her
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| All my guys ride
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| You fight, I fight
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| I’m fly, you’re fly
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| My guys, my guys
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| My guys, fight if I fight
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| Kill, stab, die, die
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| I tried too many times
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| I cried too many times
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| Nigga watch who you play with (Stop playin')
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| Before I catch a premeditated (Bah)
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| Got a lot of niggas dead and I still see they faces (Woo)
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| I’m a rap star, I could’ve been a mental patient
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| Hit you with the bag, you still ain’t paid me (What?)
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| You must want a nigga come and do you like a stranger
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| I ain’t even trippin', money older than a pager
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| Niggas see you shine and forget you really dangerous
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| They won’t let you help 'em (They won’t let you help 'em)
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| They gon' make you nail 'em (Fuck it, go’n kill him)
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| My nigga got life, he call every day
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| I don’t know what to tell him (I can’t help my nigga)
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| We gon' get more time than murder, they catch us with this shit we sellin' (We
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| gotta be level)
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| Y’all went from high school to college
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| We went from babies to felons, nigga (That's on my mama)
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| I done really survived everything these streets offered (Did all that shit)
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| I been through the mud, almost gave up
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| I done really survived everything these streets offered (Did all that shit)
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| I been caged up (Yeah), I done dodged them slugs (Yeah, ayy)
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| I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour
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| I got a nine hour flight
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| I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour
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| I got a nine hour flight
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| Load up the K, load up the carbon
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| This shit is off the dome
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| D caught a body, Trell caught a body
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| My niggas ain’t comin' home
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| I know that Lil Trell comin' home
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| But they give Lil D fifty years
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| His mama keep cryin' them tears (Start cryin' on me)
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| His mama keep cryin' them tears (Start cryin', ah)
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| It’s a Draco in the back of the car
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| And the police here behind you
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| Better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
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| Boy, you better run
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| Lil' Melly comin' for ya
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| And he strapped up with the gun
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| An anaconda in your circle, and you don’t even know
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| They tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim they your bro
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| And where was she when a young nigga was so damn broke?
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| And where was she when a nigga ain’t have no hope? |
| Huh
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| Dirty mattress (Yeah, slatt, slatt)
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| Man, these pussy niggas actin' (Man, these pussy niggas actin')
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| Ho, hell nah, ain’t no lackin'
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| Big B’s, double-oh-twenty, baby, what’s brackin'?
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| Fuck boy get actin'
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| Pick him up like some motherfuckin' laundry
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| Nigga play, hell nah, Armanis
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| These hoes gon' fuck up our lease
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| Balenciagas, Saint Laurents
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| This bitch wanna fuck, she rollin' my blunts
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| I don’t even smoke, you like to toke
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| We totin' the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone
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| Nowadays, niggas change for the fame
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| Niggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
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| He was just rich two years ago
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| Now the nigga in the middle of the road on angel dust
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| We ain’t had shit, we was on our dick
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| And them hoes ain’t even really wanna hang with us
|
| Niggas switch on some snake shit, fake shit
|
| Hell nah, pussy ass nigga, that ain’t what’s up
|
| Nigga fuckin' with the crew, say he really with the shit
|
| Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers
|
| Don’t trust my nigga, my niggas really creep
|
| They slime, and they will murder ya
|
| Nigga sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging shit, fuck nigga
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| But we ain’t ever heard of ya
|
| You can keep all the stories to yourself, fuck nigga
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| You ain’t on that shit, we never heard of ya (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
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| Pussy jit, we ain’t heard of ya
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| Fuck nigga, we ain’t heard of ya
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| Fuck nigga, we ain’t heard of ya
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| Clique full of murderers
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| Fuck nigga, we ain’t heard of ya |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young Grizzley World, artist - Tee Grizzley. Album song Scriptures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп