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g dezz - g r i m a c e lyrics

[intro]
producer tag
haha, ayy
woah-woah
(woah-woah)
dezzo
(dezzo)
ayy, ayy, huh
(drum dealers)
ayy, ayy, whole lotta takeaway
producer tag

[chorus]
ayy, choppa go ratta-tat-tat
we just gon’ aim at yo’ back
i’m off a flat
shorty she just wanna f-ck so dezzo gon’ hit from the back
ayy, i put the dope on the scale
you real but probably gon’ tell, ayy
my n-ggas sendin’ some sh-lls, ayy
choppa gon’ send you to h-ll, ayy

[verse 1]
but nah, i don’t do that no mo’
i stay with a .30 or mo’
ayy-ayy
i stay wit’ a drum and a pole
and shorty gon’ f-ck on my bros, ayy
and i was just up by the sto’
young n-gga was makin’ some dough, ayy
i remember them days i was cold
young n-gga, i didn’t have a coat
lil’ n-gga i was up wit’ the crew
young n-gga, i didn’t have no shoes
you run and get hit wit’ the tool
i might f-ck yo’ b-tch and yo’ boo
say, “i get the hundreds they blue”
so, dezzo i roll up the stank
said, “b-tch i be smokin’ on dope”
said, “b-tch i be smokin’ on dank”
and all of my n-ggas be wit’ it
choppas you know they extended
and dezzo i came from the trenches
so, i gotta get me some digits
i’m talkin’ ’bout hundreds and fifties
said, dezzo said “i need it all”
young n-gga wit’ it i go in the mall
already know that lil’ dezzo gon’ ball
f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch and i f-ck in the stall
then after that i don’t text i don’t call
already know that lil’ dezzo go crazy
b-tch, i’m a g so you know i go crazy
hol’ up you think that it’s sweet it’s not gravy
run up on me them new choppas gon’ blaze him
this for my cousin you know i go brazy
born in 02′ wasn’t born in the 80’s
dezzo, that n-gga take off like a rocket
keep money in my pocket, plug like a socket
run up on me then you know that i pop it
i got some gucci some lou, b-tch, some robins
you talkin’ ’bout money b-tch you know that i got
hol’ up yo’ b-tch on my d-ck and she flockin”
she suckin’ on me, she f-ckin’ on me
you already know that them [?] on me
producer tag

[chorus]
ayy-ayy
choppa got ratta-tat-tat
we just gon’ aim at yo’ back
i’m off a flat
shorty she just wanna f-ck
so dezzo gon’ hit from the back
ayy, i put the dope on the scale
you real but probably gon’ tell
my n-ggas sendin’ some sh-lls
choppa gon’ send you to h-ll, ayy

[verse 2]
and n-ggas they act like they shooters
but they lowkey be me some hoopers
she rode my d-ck like a scooter
’cause i’m a g like i’m hoover, ayy-ayy
pop out the cut with a tool-a
foe nem gon’ aim at you noodle
n-ggas, they talk on computers
’cause they lowkey be some losers
[?] gon’ smell like a hookah
matter fact, smell like a chim-in-ey, ayy, ayy
i got yo’ b-tch, she just be suckin’ and f-ckin’
she just tryna get to me, ayy-ayy
shorty be gone off the beans, lean, or gone of the hennessy
ayy-ayy
choppas you know they gon’ squeeze
if a f-ck n-gga try and get to me, ayy-ayy
diamonds they from overseas
chains on me like i was mr. t, ayy-ayy
she gotta f-ck on the team
i’m only rollin’ up leaves
n-ggas don’t f-ck wit’ no swisher sweet, ayy-ayy
i got versace on me, b-tch, i be drippin’ in italy

[outro]
woah-woah, man
dezzo, man
one-seven extra eleven sh-t man
you already know how we comin’ man
takeaway the movement 2k18 all year, man, we goin’ crazy

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