a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

1nonly, freddie dredd & armani west - grailed (armani west remix) lyrics

[intro]
(dw+lly, i’m scared)

[verse 1: 1nonly]
ya+ya whole crew gon’ die
my whole crew gon’ slide, i wish you well
wish that you would try
w+wanna get supplied, just ring the bell
ring the bell, ring the, r+ring the bell
so much paper on me, b+tch, that you would think i’m checkin’ mail
g+gеttin’ high, smokin’ ’til i leave
p+p+push up on me, pop that .9, watch mе bullet feed
i think i’m late, i’m checkin’ that time
private driver parkin’ out front
wantin’ that pic, better stand in line
double r phantom outside
backseat riding, ridin’ with stars look up

[chorus: 1nonly]
i+i got, i got paper in this duffel, you got problems, i can tell
hope my coffin come in stuffed wit’ dope and double c, chanel
i+i got seven+figure sales, you+you got tied up, then you fell
p+prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed
[verse 2: freddie dredd]
i cannot stand a motherf+cker runnin’ up on me
i get it quickly, we set in stone my family
doo+doomshop k!llas standin’ on a silly set ya heard (ya heard)
bullets like a bird, they flyin’ through ya f+ckin’ church
i wonder why you crying, steady hatin’, steady lying (lying)
you said you tough, but you’s a p+ssy now ya ass is fryin’ (fryin’)
i’m loaded up, i’m steady aiming at you f+cking b+tches
i swear i love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in pieces
i walk the walk, i talk the talk, and i will prove it to ya
i’m 289, i’m 186, the freddie make ya p+ss
i done a lot of sh+t to make it where i got like this
dug my way up from the dirt, and now the freddie’s p+ssed
ya run around, ya hit the ground, and now ya pleadin’, baby
i cannot give no extra credit ’cause i’m f+ckin’ shady
i stay up in the shadows, demons, creeps, and body’s shallow
i always want the battle, hear the sound, the death rattle

[chorus: 1nonly]
i got paper in this duffel, you got problems, i can tell
hope my coffin come in stuffed wit’ dope and double c, chanel
i+i got seven+figure sales, you+you got tied up, then you fell
p+prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed

[verse 3: armani west]
(look mani montana, b+tch)
i got paper in this duffle, bands i keep a couple
i be takin’ all his money, getting more cheese than some ruffles (p+ssy)
i made a puddle, i’m badder than some trouble
i been eating all these b+tches, haha, knuckle her chuckles
i+i can throw it back on my knees, send ’em back to the streets
i’ll swerve on a n+gga, back back in a jeep (beep, beep)
and yes, mrs. west, but i bang in the east
and i don’t play piano, b+tch, give me my keys
gave ’em a rap hit with the 1nonly, take her man, ride him, pony
been poppin’ my sh+t, pop soda, pepsi
raps new nightmare, just ask freddie
[chorus: 1nonly]
i got paper in this duffel, you got problems, i can tell
hope my coffin come in stuffed wit’ dope and double c, chanel
i+i got seven+figure sales, you+you got tied up, then you fell
p+prolly spent your month of rent on lunch, your yearly spent on grailed

[outro]
(dw+lly, i’m scared)

- 1nonly freddie dredd armani west lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS