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mauley g – word to my granny lyrics

[hook: mauley g]
holdon
i don’t think they understand me
i catch a blixky then fly to miami
gotta keep the mister handy
run up, get done up
that’s word to my granny
gotta do it for the guys
cook up season
don’t get cooked up tryna go on live
n-ggas talking out they mind
stupid blixky in our comments
we do not reply!
i don’t think they understand me
i catch a blixky then fly to miami
gotta keep the mister handy
run up, get done up
that’s word to my granny
gotta do it for the guys
cook up season
don’t get cooked up tryna go on live
n-ggas talking out they mind
stupid blixky in our comments
we do not reply!

[verse 1: mauley g]
we just be rushing and rushing em
shoot the fair one and you know that i’m brushing em
we just be clutching em, clutching em
these are my brothers
ain’t n0body touching em
i know why n-ggas is mad at me
cause i get straight to the calories
jugg for the family
spinning your block it’s so casually
sparx in the back with the battery
he let it go
he know
i just caught a blixky
gotta catch 3 more
g code, i got love for all the primos
talking h-lla money
we ain’t ever see those
we know
n-ggas be chucking and bluffing
his hand on his hip but he reaching for nothing
i gotta come home with something
i stood on that strip
couple grams i was puffing
i done came up out the bas-m-nt
hundreds like treeshes
i never could save one
i ain’t never write a statement
too many opps
how the f-ck i’ma name one
hold up, biggie my bl–dy
he dumping, you know that i clap the heat
holdup, i am not ducking from nothing
just tell em come after me!

[verse 2: rah swish]
nba, we the mob
i don’t know if they really understanding us
better be safe ‘fore you
land in woo-ami or fly to floss angeles
i just came in here with
2 brand new glizzies
them bullets is damaging
if he move hot we
shoot at them n-ggas like we the camera man
no we don’t play with them
still add a k to them
bullets go through n-ggas cranium
your new b-tch my favorite one
she give me top then be on her way to go lay with em
ain’t nothing to say to em
n-ggas be all in the precinct with too much to say to them
jump out, run down
n-ggas be running but f-ck it we chasing em
these n-ggas is nothing
been feening to brush em
call rexx or put nunu or wizz on you
gon’ get stretched the same night
we gon’ spin on you
that’s your mans?
bet them n-ggas won’t k!ll for you
always on court like i’m spike lee
that’s a new opp?
sh-t it might be
holdon, glltt bow!
lemme check what time my flight leave

[hook: mauley g]
i don’t think they understand me
i catch a blixky then fly to miami
gotta keep the mister handy
run up, get done up
that’s word to my granny
gotta do it for the guys
cook up season
don’t get cooked up tryna go on live
n-ggas talking out they mind
stupid blixky in our comments
we do not reply!
i don’t think they understand me
i catch a blixky then fly to miami
gotta keep the mister handy
run up, get done up
that’s word to my granny
gotta do it for the guys
cook up season
don’t get cooked up tryna go on live
n-ggas talking out they mind
stupid blixky in our comments
we do not reply!

[verse 3: fetty luciano]
you cannot post where you at
pullup on him in an blue maybach
came through with a mac
if he try to run
throw hollows at his back
you came in an uber
i came with a shooter
you came with a .22
i came with a ruger
you aiming at legs n-gga
i’m tryna do
run down on ya
bro gotti’ll shoot ya medulla
see me in front of footprints
i ain’t my gram but the p-ssy still sprint
yeah i’m on that woo sh-t
head outta town
just to cop a few grips
shooting where you live
you don’t want smoke
all my n-ggas do this
now they acting clueless
like gs9 don’t really boom sh-t

- mauley g lyrics

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