Karaoke Young Grizzley World von A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Tee Grizzley, YNW Melly — mit Songtext mitsingen auf Singa

SongtexteYoung Grizzley World

No no

No no no no

No no no

Nowadays n####s change on the gang

Switch lanes then come in

and try to hang with us

N#### ain't really with that shit

On that snake shit fake ass n####

that ain't what's up

Pussy n#### that ain't what's up

No

Nowadays n####s change for the fame

N####s switch on the gang

then come and try to hang with us

He was just rich two years ago

Now the n#### in the middle of the road

on angel dust

We ain't had shit

We was on our dick

and them hoes ain't even

really wanna hang with us

N####s switch on some snake shit

fake shit

Hell nah pussy ass n####

that ain't what's up

N#### fuckin' with the crew

say he really with the shit

Hell nah

we a clique full of murderers

Don't trust my n####

my n####s really creep

They slime and they will murder ya

N#### sayin' that he body bagging

toe-tagging shit fuck n####

but we ain't ever heard of ya

You can keep all the stories to yourself

fuck n####

You ain't on that shit

we never heard of ya

Pussy jit we ain't heard of ya

Fuck n#### we ain't heard of ya

Fuck n#### we ain't heard of ya

Clique full of murderers

we ain't heard of ya

I got a new bitch for the summer

They wait for the bus

and they throw me right under

My watch and baguettes

I don't know what's exactly the price

but it cost me way over a hundred

Bro had the drink

I had thought it was soda

I sipped it

and felt like I was in a coma

I'm covered in water

I need me a floater

She suckin' my dick

and I don't even know her

All my guys ride

You fight I fight

I'm fly

You're fly

My guys

My guys

My guys fight if I fight

Kill stab die die

I tried too many times

I cried too many

N#### watch who you play with

before I catch a premeditated

Got a lot of n####s dead

and I still see they faces

I'm a rap star

I could've been a mental patient

Hit you with the bag

you still ain't paid me

You must want a n#### come

and do you like a stranger

I ain't even trippin'

money older than a pager

N####s see you shine

and forget you really dangerous

They won't let you help 'em

They gon' make you nail 'em

My n#### got life

He call every day

I don't know what to tell him

We gon' get more time than murder

they catch us with this shit we sellin'

Y'all went from high school to college

We went from babies to felons n####

I done really survived

everything these streets offered

I been through the mud

almost gave up

I done really survived

everything these streets offered

I been caged up

I done dodged them slugs

I got a nine hour

I got a nine hour

I got a nine hour flight

I got a nine hour

I got a nine hour

hour flight

Load up the K

Load up the carbon

This shit is off the dome

D caught a body

Trell caught a body

My n####s ain't comin' home

I know that Lil Trell comin' home

but they give Lil D fifty years

His mama keep cryin' them tears

His mama keep cryin' them tears

It's a Draco in the back of the car

and the police here behind you

Better do what you do

Better run or

skrrt skrrt skrrt

Boy you better run

Lil' Melly comin' for ya

and he strapped up with the gun

An anaconda in your circle

and you don't even know

They tryna snake ya

take your money

but they claim they your bro

And where was she

when a young n#### was so damn broke

And where was she

when a n#### ain't have no hope

Huh

Dirty mattress

Yeah slatt slatt

Man these pussy n####s actin'

Man these pussy n####s actin'

Hell nah ain't no lackin'

Big B's double-oh-twenty

Baby what's brackin'

Fuck boy get actin'

Pick him up like

some motherfuckin' laundry

N#### play hell nah Armanis

These hoes gon' fuck up our lease

Balenciagas

Saint Laurents

This bitch wanna fuck

She rollin' my blunts

I don't even smoke

You like to toke

We totin' the tommy gun

Got free smoke for anyone

Nowadays n####s change for the fame

N####s switch on the gang

then come and try to hang with us

He was just rich two years ago

Now the n#### in the middle of the road

on angel dust

We ain't had shit

We was on our dick

and them hoes ain't even

really wanna hang with us

N####s switch on some snake shit

fake shit

Hell nah pussy ass n####

that ain't what's up

N#### fuckin' with the crew

say he really with the shit

Hell nah

we a clique full of murderers

Don't trust my n####

my n####s really creep

They slime and they will murder ya

N#### sayin' that he body bagging

toe-tagging shit fuck n####

But we ain't ever heard of ya

You can keep all the stories to yourself

fuck n####

You ain't on that shit

we never heard of ya

Slatt slatt slatt slatt

Pussy jit we ain't heard of ya

Fuck n#### we ain't heard of ya

Fuck n#### we ain't heard of ya

Clique full of murderers

Fuck n#### we ain't heard of ya

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Bangerz Music Group Llc, Hola Amigo Songs, Kobalt Music Pub America Inc, 300 Rainwater Music, Warner/Tamerlane Publishing Corp, Hbtl Publishing, It'S Only About Music, Reservoir Media Music
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Jamell Demons, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Artist Julius Dubose, Darrell Jackson