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30 deep grimeyy – say cheese lyrics

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[chorus]
the only thing i talk is money, dropped a bag on my t++th
they drop a bag in my city, you’ll be dead in a week
got kaylin tatted on my skin, you know it’s lonely as streets
tell the goofies i ain’t hidin’, i’m just duckin’ police
a good girl gone bad, we turn that b+tch to a freak
when i was broke and i was bummy, they just left me on seen
but now these b+tches on my bumper cause that n+gga say “cheese”
no time to play, i’m on my job, just watch me roll up my sleeves

[verse 1]
i was just stressed about the rent but now i’m all in miami
steady running in and out i knew my momma couldn’t stand me
i won’t stop until i’m rich and get like three or four grammies
shoutout e, she took that case and stuffed that sh+t in her panties
30 deep b+tch that’s the gang and we a well known clique
30 block the drive thru, pull up, beep for a zip
24/7 in the ‘ville if you want you a dip
we only rock that blue orange cause we some six deuce crip
smokey tatted on my skin, i seen you dead on that porch
i put the city on my back and passed murda the torch
kyon died while i was with him, swear that sh+t left me scarred
at first they used to talk about me, now they say my sh+t hard
and i can’t wait to ice my wrist out spend some bucks on my smile
won’t say no names but n+ggas lame, i swear they bitin’ my style
they tried to say we bagged o’tay like we was ever around
they tried to say we bagged l dre, sh+t, i’m just wonderin’ how

[chorus]
the only thing i talk is money, dropped a bag on my t++th
they drop a bag in my city, you’ll be dead in a week
got kaylin tatted on my skin, you know it’s lonely as streets
tell the goofies i ain’t hidin’, i’m just duckin’ police
a good girl gone bad, we turn that b+tch to a freak
when i was broke and i was bummy, they just left me on seen
but now these b+tches on my bumper cause that n+gga say “cheese”
no time to play, i’m on my job, just watch me roll up my sleeves

[verse 2]
they drop a bag on the 3rd, you’ll be dead by the 10th
sh+t, i’m just working 9+5 just to keep up with rent
better be clutching if it’s cracking, know the goofies gon’ spin
and you can’t shoot from down the block, you better off dropping text
and rest in peace to mike brown, it’s still f+ck the police
them b+tches racist in my city, know they hate the old me
they kicked my door when i was ten and f+cking ripped up my sheets
real ain’t on me, it’s just in me, feel my soul when i preach
good girl gone bad you know we turnt up a savage
above her eye and her lil p+ssy is where she got my sh+t tatted
i remember we was kids we used to hotbox the (?)
i don’t reply to sneak disses i just haha the status
my daddy said “them n+ggas tellin'” so he threw in the towel
i got steppers from cn that’ll k!ll for a pound
i used to rap on laptops tryna find me a sound
if i wasn’t workin’, i was slidin’, tryna find me a clown

[chorus]
the only thing i talk is money, dropped a bag on my t++th
they drop a bag in my city, you’ll be dead in a week
got kaylin tatted on my skin, you know it’s lonely as streets
tell the goofies i ain’t hidin’, i’m just duckin’ police
a good girl gone bad, we turn that b+tch to a freak
when i was broke and i was bummy, they just left me on seen
but now these b+tches on my bumper cause that n+gga say “cheese”
no time to play, i’m on my job, just watch me roll up my sleeves