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Tee Grizzley - Grizzley 2Tymes (feat. Finesse2Tymes) [Official Video]
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クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2Tymes
Finesse2Tymes
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Helluva
Helluva
Producer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer

歌詞

(Hitmaka) I love you so much, God I thank you so much, God (Helluva made this beat, baby) Ayy I know how it feel bein' hopeless (I do) Takin' Ls back to back, tryna keep your focus (man) The people that depend on me, they'll never notice 'cause I do what I'm supposed to Secured them and keep goin' (one shit) Ain't nobody life perfect (at all), especially mine I'm workin' on it though, I'm gettin' rid of felonies now My credit eight hundred, niggas can't discredit me now I wanna ask you some shit, but you might tell me a lie (I know it) But, ayy, I barely care I no longer live in my feelings, shit, I'm barely there (oh yeah) I can never live in New York 'cause I can't carry there (oh yeah) They say I can't live in my city 'cause it's crazy there (what?) I'm like, "Shit, that's everywhere" (that's everywhere) Don't come tellin' me nobody business, I don't fuckin' care (give a fuck) I don't kiss and tell, just know I had to hold up her hair Ran inside my crib, you got it, took what I tucked in there (you got it) But get on your knees and thank your God that I wasn't there (he thankful) Grizz, but, my niggas kill folks, no talkin' (no talkin') Got shooters, but I keep in the fin on me like a dolphin (bah) I ain't no runnin' from this shit, hell nah, bro, hawk 'em (go get 'em) All my niggas gettin' green, bitch, we play for Boston (yeah) All my niggas gettin' blues, bitch, we play for Buffalo (oh yeah) Ran into your bitch, I spared your life, I could've fucked her though (nah) Told that lil' bitch, "First and foremost, touchin' me like touchin' gold" Just talked to a hundred million, told that bitch, "I'm comin', ho" (I'm on my way) Talkin' to my young savages, they out here into that Don't let these niggas trick you off the streets over the internet (internet) Real bosses don't cry over losses, we gon' get it back The goal is to still get this money, why you sittin' back, nigga? I'm paranoid (paranoid), I don't trust my baby mama (at all) When she met me with my daughter, I was grippin' on my chopper (for real) She like, "Damn, Ricky, you think I'd wanna see you hurt?" (Damn) I'm like, "Shut up, bitch, I'll put you and them niggas in the dirt" That's on CVL (Cartel), I might go back to the feds When I catch you out in public, hope you stand on what you said (for real) I ain't sleepin' on 'em (I'm not), I know they wanna see me dead (I know it) Just know if they play with me, Big A gon' paint the city red That's on Allah (on Allah), I ain't used to all this rah-rah (rah-rah) And nigga I been thuggin' since niggas been rockin' Dada How you beefin' with no money? You can't even move your mama Ain't no limits with me, nigga, I'ma get you if I want you (get you if I want you) All these crosses, I ain't even Christian They waited 'til I went to jail and then started dissin' (famn) The same niggas ridin' with me was the opposition (the opps) I broke my baby mama heart and I ain't try to fix it (I'm sorry) I'm a man of principle (I am) It ain't the money, it's the principle Grab the Drac' and get physical, I'm hands-on (hands-on) I just wanna put my mans on (mans on) Talkin' 'bout robbin' me, I'm the wrong one to be layin' on I'm paranoid (paranoid), superstitious, I can't take a loss I'm a boss (boss), I'll pay the cost to take you off Double cross (double cross), I done seen't the double-cross (cross) Them niggas wasn't official, had no other choice to cut 'em off (finesse)
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis, Ricky Hampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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