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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Griselda
Griselda
Performer
50 Cent
50 Cent
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demond Price
Demond Price
Composer
Thomas Paldino
Thomas Paldino
Composer
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer
Daringer
Daringer
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Gonzalo Contreas
Gonzalo Contreas
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh Yeah Danger, you the fuck, nigga? Look, this for them niggas gettin' Jew money Every time they step on the ave, get they chef on, uh Say, "Mazel tov", before they step on the glass (ha-ha-ha-ha) Stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh (brr) My shows ready-made, Just Don collab (ah) I'll probably be in your projects with all my ice out (okay) Run up, one of my youngins gon' put your lights out (brr, brr) Fuck what you write 'bout, I know what your life 'bout (pussy) Free my dog, he spin the yard with his knife out (free my niggas) Yeah, we came a long way from pushin' grams (uh-huh) Say what you want, but you can't say I ever took the stand, uh (never) I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand (cat) Then we can't get to him, then we gon' cook his mans (brr) For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram (whip up) I'm sittin' back, I'm blowin' on a Cookie strand, huh (smokin') We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear (yeah) Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier Ah, I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' (yeah) So you already know the way them checks lookin', (we eatin') Yeah, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map (yeah, see what I did) Next tour's a quarter mil' run (we eatin', uh-huh) They hated on the team, but we still won (hah) Uh, I put the city on my back (yeah) Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, ah (yeah, yeah) I'm A student, I mean I do my homework No ski mask, put in my own work I do, do my homework I do, I do put in my own work Valedictorian, bulletproof DeLorean (yeah) My windows thick like twenty-four-hour stores Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors (uh-uh) It's rare that I'm wrong, I think I'm ready for war What's up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky I'm the coldest winter day when I'm out with the K Chill, play it cool 'till I come and get frostbit Let the D's find the strap in the snow after I toss it (woah) You fuck around, I set your ass on fire Hallow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin' tires I'm up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' So you already know the way them checks lookin' Eh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, yeah Next tour's a quarter mil' run They hated on the team, but we still won Uh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, ah
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Demond Price, Peter Eliot Dubock, Thomas A Paladino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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