| Grey Five Nine
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| Grey Five Nine
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| Grey Five Nine
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| Grey Five Nine
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| I be that droopy mother fucker in a all black hoodie
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| Call up Ruby with the all black uzi
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| Smokin' on fruity, while I’m fuckin' with a groupie
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| Grabbin' on her booty, call me Yung Hank Moody
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| Got the red in my eyes
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| Call me Yung October
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| People say my eyes low but I’m just tryna get them lower
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| All day smoker with a hate for being sober
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| Kyle Korver with the 3's, throw 'em up and get slumped
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| Black bitch sitting shotty, white girl in the trunk
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| Lil' weird mother fucker with some gold on my gums
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| Knuckin' and buckin', bitch, it’s Grey 59
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| I’m flippin' and whippin' and dealin' for them dollar signs
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| Bitches telling me that I got pretty eyes
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| But when that crescent turn into a full moon they roll in the back of my head
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| It ain’t a pretty sight
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| 59 shots in my twisty spine
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| 2 screws in my fucking ankle
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| I’d rather that than 2 nails in my fucking wrist
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| I be that filthy Christ with a crown of barbed wire
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| Feeling tipsy off some sticky sprite
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| Roll the blunt
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| I’m lighting up some misty pine
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| Grey is the color of my fucking skin
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| I ain’t a white boy bitch
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| Dead is what I been
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| Wearing gold only cause I got to pay the reaper
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| I be the 7th Ward Dragon
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| Fucking fire breather |