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chris smith jr. - griffey lyrics

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[verse]
smeezy
where you been at?
cause you ain’t been around
i ain’t seen you in the town
in a minute
heard you been puttin’ it down
but we miss you at the
crib right now
but, i get it yeah i get it gotta get it caus it’s
no handouts

[b section]
n-gga too hot d-mn
boy go pull the fire alarm

my boo she badder three lil’ kids home alone

look like i cash out but she get that sh-t on her own

i blow her back out
and she fix me cream of wheat
bring the whole trap out
my n-ggas gone eat with me

i wear my bucket it mop all this sauce i been drippin’

only jr. wit this many hits is my n-gga ken griffey

the youngest and dumbest stomach rumbling dammit i’m hungry
pay me in cash or i’m not gone be coming
simple as that n-ggas stupid or somethin’
they love me i’m cupid or somethin’

[hook]
you can catch me in the cut wit a bad red thang you never seen

got the oil my cup
bro chill
don’t spill my vavoline

hot sh-t in the drop blowin’ chop sticks
eyes all j-panese

jumpin’ in the function
got it jumpin’ in the function
jumpin’ in the function

[verse 2]
smeezy
where you been at?
cause you ain’t been around
i ain’t seen you in the town
in a minute
heard you been puttin’ it down
but we miss you at the
crib right now
but, i get it yeah i get it gotta get it caus it’s
no handouts

(b section)
n-gga too hot d-mn
boy go pull the fire alarm

my boo she badder three lil’ kids home alone

look like i cash out but she get that sh-t on her own

i blow her back out
and she fix me cream of wheat
bring the whole trap out
my n-ggas gone eat with me

i wear my bucket it mop all this sauce i been drippin’

only jr. wit this many hits is my n-gga ken griffey

the youngest and dumbest stomach rumbling dammit i’m hungry
pay me in cash or i’m not gone be coming
simple as that n-ggas stupid or somethin’
they love me i’m cupid or somethin’

[hook]
you can catch me in the cut wit a bad red thang you never seen

got the oil my cup
bro chill
don’t spill my vavoline

hot sh-t in the drop blowin’ chop sticks
eyes all j-panese

jumpin’ in the function
got it jumpin’ in the function
jumpin’ in the function

[verse 3]
all about the revenue
something that you never knew
cause this sh-t got so much soul off in it
whole thang feel like shang tsung
mortals in combat with the coppers on the block where i was brought up

that’s enough to make me go the extra mile
like i missed the exit
tank never get empty

never been hesitant
always been heaven-sent

up in the function
still young dumb nem

- chris smith jr lyrics

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