Tee Grizzley - Gave That Back (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Tee Grizzley - Gave That Back (en) Lyrics
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I ain't goin' back and forth with
niggas 'less it's on the track
Me and broski twinnin', winnin',
rappin', still'll
twist your cap (Grrah)
Gave my mama all that time, she
did ten and gave that back
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty
stacks and made that back (Ayy)
My nigga Tee the sergeant (Ayy),
neighborhood locksmith (Ayy)
Uberin' with Ks, five stars,
get a top lift
If I gotta stand tall (What?),
I'ma drop shit
Westside, thirty on the Wesson,
call it Glocksmith (Boom)
We come from that cloth that they
don't make no more (They don't)
Text your bitch like, "Pop out,
" she text back you made her
stay at home (This ho-ass)
Baby Grizz and Mama Grizzley
back, they let them gangsters
home (They here)
Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them
angels close, I ain't alone
Say the clip full, brodie (Rrah),
we gon' spray that, though
Opps know ain't shit they can
do, they ain't gon' save
that, though (That's it)
Eat me in a Rolls-Royce,
I just might make a ho
Told that lil' bitch to bring her
friends, I don't date alone
Ayy, you strapped when your
niggas with you (What?),
I got that Drac alone
Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here
don't play that song (Sure did)
All my niggas up in bank, imagine
what I make alone
Come and drop a nigga whole village,
this shit Game of Thrones (Grrah)
Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin',
got like eight poles
Drums in this bitch, full
crowd, it's a Drac show
Say them boys ride, .308,
turn his brakes on
Let my O.G. out, can't wait
to put my nigga Blaze on
Asked bro before I got locked, I
was twenty up (No cap, nigga)
Ayy, now it's eight hunnid
and twenty plus
All shops, thirty pokin',
givin' twenty up
Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin'
like a 20 Blood (Ayy)
At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I
bring your ho up here (Come here)
On the jet I'm wearin' red
like stop, but she gon'
go up here (She goin')
All my shooters smart, but
if you play, they gon' act
slow up here (What?)
Call my label up like, "Bring
that bag and baby bro
in there" (Baby Grizz)
Damn, I wish you was here to see
this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.)
I don't wanna drive the Lamb'
today, bring me that Benz
block (Ayy, bro, pull up)
You can look up all our paperwork,
solid as a rock (Ten toes)
And my pistols like Snoop, six-four,
switches on them Glocks (Brr)
Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin',
still'll twist your cap
Now your kids rich, Mar Mar blew eighty
stacks and made that back
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