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30 deep grimeyy – the biggest dookie lyrics

[intro: 30 deep grimeyy]
grimeyy!
bwoh, bwoh, bwoh
hahaha
y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on, what the f+ck goin’ on
b+tch i’m, n+gga
what?
b+tch i’m, (b+tch i might be)
haha, i’m back on this b+tch, i’m back on my bullsh+t
b+tch, i might be (on two+crip)
b+tch, i might be (y’heard?)
b+tch, i might be (ayy)
b+tch, i might be (ayy, grimeyy!)

[verse: 30 deep grimeyy]
b+tch, i’m grimeyy, extra slimey, for the goofies yellin’ “dookie”
atl been on my d+ck, but they just freed my cousin f++kie[?]
i went to jail, they beat my ass, i got back up and did my duty
i’m with peso, i’m with ali, we in cali smokin’ goofies
i lost partna’s to that (bwoh) and i lost partna’s to them drugs
i got blood that act like water and i got water that act like blood
i got partna’s h+lla young, and they can’t get inside the club
i got partna’s from the roads[?] and i got partna’s from the dub[?]
you put that b+tch over the gang, but now she suckin’ my d+ck
you know them crackas came and got me, so i grew me some wicks
i’m really rappin’ how i live, your favourite rapper a b+tch
he gave ’em up and got back out, yo’ favourite trapper a snitch
messy hoes don’t get replies, all my b+tches be private
f+ck these hoes, can’t trust these hoes, i cracked that b+tch at the hyatt
i ain’t been f+ckin’ with them percs, grimeyy been on a diet
can’t even answer jail calls, grimeyy been movin’ silent
hand pistol pete the 10’s, just to see if they real
30 deep the gang, that’s what i bang, but i’m straight out the ‘ville
gun case at 17, they gave me “carried conceal”
we had a buck+out with that boy, he used his b+tch as a shield
i can’t bring my friends around no rappers, they be robbin’ n+ggas
free my cousin’ lando out the feds, they say he popped a n+gga
prayin’ i get whacked or go to jail, but they can’t stop a n+gga
popped you in yo’ leg, you ain’t hit back, we had you hoppin’, n+gga
i watched my brother run it up, just to trick off on b+tches
i had a threesome halloween, i was f+ckin’ on twitchers[?]
big grimeyy swimmin’ with the sharks, ’cause i done burnt all my bridges
i got a plug from the ‘raq, he on the road with them switches
[outro: 30 deep grimeyy & unknown]
i say, y’all n+ggas better know how my, how lil’ cuz’ is comin’, n+gga
straight real deal ville, n+gga
straight day+one, n+gga
from the ville, n+gga, on my momma, and he gon’ bust yo’ ass, n+gga
and he got a gang of k!llas wit’ him n+gga, on my momma, man
y’all n+ggas better quit playin’ with lil’ ‘cuz
all steppas, n+gga, behind this n+gga, man
quit playin’ wit’ us, bruh
yeah
that boy 200, n+gga, on the set
yeah

- 30 deep grimeyy lyrics

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