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bry greatah - trenches lyrics

(you inna, you inna, you inna, you inna, you inna)

sh-t, you inna trenches for what
you ain’t gettin no money n-gga, you ain’t gettin no bucks
im inna whip, my diamonds dancin, and they hittin like suns
n-ggas sayin got more richer and i did it from nun
n-ggas tellin all these stories, but ain’t nothin get touch
i been ridin through the trenches, wit my feet on they neck
it’s summer side, n-ggas dyin, n-ggas gon get wet up
and everybody get the picture, when we puttin on pressure
and everybody gettin speechless, so i think he got setup
n-ggas out here movin round, thinkin im the one tellin
roll the dice, spin on ya life, i know you cramin out seven
now lamborghinis, all my n-ggas they be in um
got double figures, cause my money way more bigger
and i got money in the streets, my n-ggas winnin ayee
by the way they hatin, they ain’t gonna see them digits
i give my love, i give my trust and n-ggas burn that sh-t
know how it feel to just miss 50 bandz and you earned that sh-t
another quarter, cause you sold out, yeah you earned that sh-t
these n-ggas credit disgust me, i wish sh-t did get ugly, yeah
i wish them n-ggas get bust up yeah, yeah
i double back i turned around, hadda put glizz on money
i double back i turned around, hadda put doe on money
feel like the realest n-gga in it, i cannot act phony
im givin life lil n-gga, when i push this foreign
b-tches on me, cameras on me, and i feel so important
they really showin me, that i can just get in it
they really tellin me, that i can really do it yeah
just keep on goin lil n-gga, make that music
gotta put my focus on, and grind to it
a n-gga playin we put that iron on um
homicide, my brothers die for it
traumatized, they mommas cry for um
up the score, it’s time to slide on em
gurennteed my n-ggas dyin for me, greatah dyin for me yeahhh

[outro]
sh-t, you inna trenches for what
you ain’t gettin no money n-gga, you ain’t gettin no bucks
im inna whip, my diamonds dancin, and they hittin like suns
n-ggas sayin got more richer and i did it from nun
n-ggas tellin all these stories, but ain’t nothin get touch
i been ridin through the trenches, wit my feet on they neck
it’s summer side, n-ggas dyin, n-ggas gon get wet up
and everybody get the picture, when we puttin on pressure

- bry greatah lyrics

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