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izaiah combs - grams lyrics

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yari
ay
d+mn, again, birdo
ay, ay

grams, yams
you need to live with me, i finna hit a dam
ay, grams, yams
ay

if i steal it, once i steal it twice
you might not get it back
and i am cookin’ rice
my neck is ice

i’m playin’ with you cause i love this life
i f+cked your wife, she said i’m nice
she wanna come and f+ck me twice
i told her, yeah, cause i’m nice

she wanna ride that
i told her, just chill
i gotta pop a pill
i’m more than f+ckin’ grams

this sh+t gettin’ too real
hold up, baby, chill
you know i’m worth the mill
i don’t give a f+ck
i’ll shoot it up for real
hold on, baby, wait
hold on, wait
hit him in his f+ckin’ face

knocked off his drape
i don’t give a f+ck
i’ll hit him in his face
all the n+ggas that play with me

stay away
if you fake, stay away
if you snitch, stay away
you a b+tch, can’t bеlieve you did it

that sh+t, you a fake, n+gga
don’t you comе around me
don’t you come actin’ cool
like everything ain’t real, n+gga

don’t you come here
always tryna f+ckin’ steal
you a little f+ckin’ b+tch
always tryna put your hands on somebody

you can’t even fight for real
all these n+ggas soft for real
i don’t give a f+ck
i’ll hit you in your f+ckin’ face
and i’m servin’ grams like golden
but all these n+ggas playin’ with me
you can keep the one who’s told
and i’m in the toyota

and we ridin’ deep through tallahassee
and we don’t know your street
all these n+ggas playin’ with me
don’t come to the nolia

cause my n+ggas, they don’t know you
all these n+ggas playin’ with me
and i’m servin’ f+ckin’ grams
all these n+ggas playin’ with me

momma cookin’ yams in the kitchen
and she cook it up
but she whip it up
all these n+ggas playin’ with me

like i ain’t real
ayy, you a snitch, stay from around me
i don’t f+ck with y’all n+ggas
keep that top around me

i keep my hoe around me
all these n+ggas playin’ with me
i’m servin’ grams
all these n+ggas playin’ with me
i’m servin’ grams
ayy, i’m servin’ grams
hold on
if i steal it once, i steal it twice

you might not get it back tonight
i’m cookin’ rice, my neck of ice
don’t play me cause i love this life
i f+ck your wife, she said i’m nice

she wanna come and f+ck me twice
i told her, yeah
cause i’m nice, she wanna ride it
i told her, just chill

ayy, i gotta pop a pill
i’m on the f+ckin’ grams
man, this sh+t gettin’ too real
hold on, baby, chill

you know i’m worth the meal
i don’t give a f+ck
i’ll shoot it up for real
all these n+ggas playin’ with me

they ain’t servin’ grams
you a snitch, you a lil’ b+tch
stay from f+ckin’ around me
ayy, ayy

you a lil’ b+tch
stay from walkin’ around me
ayy
don’t be talkin’ on my teacher’s name

cause he ain’t say that sh+t
all you n+ggas really fake
i don’t give a f+ck
but i’m still servin’ grams

all these n+ggas playin’ with me
and i break it like a yoke
and we done with the song
ayy

and we done with the song

- izaiah combs lyrics

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