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giggs - greaziest freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: joe grind]
2 am parked up like a state out, b-tch in the whip and we ain’t tryna make out. (ummm)
when i say we got food on us i ain’t talking bout muhf-cking take out (dam fam).
bags all weighed out, line starts ringing i’m about to get paid now (yeah).
8 for the grave you bags are punk too, b-tch carries all the skunk pull em it’s pecking a pew.
just p-ssed these setting up a road check, text hollow don’t go there that’s a cold rep.
ain’t gone through battery must be dead, phone boss and tell him joe said don’t go old kent. (ummm)
in a few stop most of the crow went (yeah) hit the track has a little bit of crow left.
no suppliers up so i could’ntfire up get rid of all the sh-t i got then i go bed.

[verse 2: giggz]
it’s the ice-cream man cause i grind with the big boat, broke it down now i’m tryna find me a pink note.
ever since hollow meets blade n-gg-rs running round looking for a gun that will sink boats. (ummm)
ridin round town with my big c-ke in the right-side pocket of my big coat. n-gg-rs saying hollow ain’t greazy take no notice it’s gotta be a sick joke.
smoking a fat zooby while i’m stroking the strap, p-ss-os have gone and noticed i’m back. don’t think i’m promoting the track i just zone out, then i give you that emotional rap.
my fingers itchy cause i’m an emotional man so n-gg-rs better not be provoking my hands. carlton and nuts n-gg-rs know they’re my fam and the black bandana that’s promoting my gang.
gangster like movado, pecknarm banging n-gg-rs saying i’m the boss like antony soprano. (oooh) don’t think i’m coming here to rave if you see me round the back big strap inside chicagos.
n-gg-rs in gangs the realist mother-f-ckers that bang gully n-gg-rs wanna holler at man. and n-gg-rs think they’re ready for the beep cause they gun down a one little innocent man.
f-ck them pr-cks i’ll be chilling in dam with my big boy spliffs i’m a villainous man. i’m sick of this dam, delivering grams… tryna get the squiller then scram.
rocks let the nine get em forties is my weapon. since i started rapping most n-gg-rs don’t mind peckham. (ummm)
me and rocks coming home from a mad one listening to big rides late night grind session.

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