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glockboyz teejaee & baby grizzley - politics and promo lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
hangin’ in them trenches
hangin’ with them trenches
you’d probably catch me with one of your b+tches (come on, glockboyz, n+gga)
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee & baby grizzley]
we still posted in the trenches, probably catch me chillin’, ridin’ with one of your b+tches (boy)
we like snoop when he was ridin’ ’round with hydraulics, we got switches (we got switches)
we don’t wear no f+ckin’ suits, we grab our guns, handle that business (boy)
i just f+cked her once and then i went back home, she say she miss me, yеah (she say she miss me)
somеtimes i wear my feelings on my sleeve
i hate rat n+ggas the most, the sh+t ironic, i get cheese
i walked in full of them drugs, you might just die before i leave
i’m out of town tryna sell drugs like do some scams before i leave
brand+new glock, and you know me, threw some attachments on that b+tch
i got a 30 and the beam, then a switchy for my sh+t
i f+cked her one time from the back and had her runnin’ from the d+ck
he asked me how much for a track? i told his ass thirty+six seven, boy
behind tint, we cliqued up, that’s why we drivin’ slowly
we jump off them n+ggas like they pokémon, geronimo (you know that, though)
ask my mama, ask my pops, i sold a lot of dope (ask my mama)
ask my mama, ask my pops, we had a lot of [?] (hey)

[verse 2: baby grizzley]
what they talkin’ ’bout, blood? who they talkin’ ’bout? (who they talkin’ ’bout?)
gps, hit him with them beams, yeah, walk him out
you knew your time was up when out here day let doggy out
upload seven hundred k, they know what doggy ’bout
they say they my day one n+ggas, who is them?
b+tch, i’m eighty+two and them, and i f+ck with roy and them
louis v shirt, but it say free troy and them
chain cost three hundred thousand, i got on two of them (let’s get it)
can’t pr+nounce my shoes, but it’s five on a pair (okay)
told me i broke her whole heart like i care
red when i stare, white and gold cartiers
heavyweight, you ain’t never seen the ribs on a bear, ayy
who that n+gga trippin’ in that tega? uh
who that n+gga bustin’ on your bae, uh? ayy
who that n+gga throwin’ all that paper? ayy
who that n+gga makin’ sh+t shake, blood? that’s brizzley (woo)
b+tch, add me up like a steak at the ruth
i can’t fit all you n+ggas hoes in this two seat
say that grizz gang gucci, yeah, that’s two g’s
send my n+gga to that touchdown, b+tch, i’m drew brees
forty boy, i’m still ’bout it (ayy)
baby say she still love me, i still doubt it (ayy)
that bag a thousand miles away and i can still route it
that twelve+thirty, [?]
yeah, i’m still countin’

- glockboyz teejaee baby grizzley lyrics

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