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talley of 300 - good grief lyrics

[intro]
yeah, know what it is
to3, yeah
fge sh-t

[verse]
i tell you what the truth is
and b-tch i get ruthless (i do)
n-ggas used to be showin’ they t–th (what i do?)
i was punchin’ they tooth in (ask about me)
now i’m just shootin’
shootin’ you then i’m shootin’ him (if he with you)
b-tch if we all gotta die
i don’t know bout how you live
like a waterfall wet him down
then i reverse it and wet him up (soaked!)
one cl1ck like computers i shut him down (yeah)
don’t need no attic to shut him up (i don’t)
yeah these f-ck n-ggas p-ssed
but they come with the sh-t
boy you don’t want a whiff (of that smoke)
[?] how we dumpin’ if sh-t get left froze like medusa how ugly it get (it go cold)
no p-ssy, no h0m-, who f-ckin’ with this
komodo whenever i spit
still these boys don’t know the level i get
only heaven get better than this (oh lord)
fly guy entertainment no feathers in this (no)
breakin’ them rules i’m a rebel in this (i am)
grow so d-mn hot i can bevel with this
no breaks, no delay, i’m just pedalin’ this
until i fly like et in my ride
wanna lose your cool? b-tch that heat on my side
creep in while he sleepin’
up rise them demons
then call up my tweakers we geekin’
i pull some he leakin’
ring his sh-t out
don’t make me bring it out
and your b-tch got a secret
had the team in her house
fell asleep in her mouth (my bad)
yeah and i wake up to her eat me for breakfast (yeah)
then she got greedy and asked me for seconds
but i obliged i ain’t ownin’ that p-ssy
but i’m diggin’ like i’m tryna find gold in that p-ssy, huh
haters is grievin’
the ones who doubt make em believe it
fight against the odds till we even
three hunnit, we run it and thats not retreatin’
surrender to god and the rest get deleted (that’s it)
i’mma die standin’ for what i believe in
god first and then family, i don’t do this sh-t for no reason
but you know what we do for treason
no tweets when we at ya
like obese deliver these b-st-rds
eulogy from the pastor
then get back on green like a pasture
and f-ck twelve who har-ssin’ (f-ck twelve)
hunnit shots i give hail to the captain
r.i.p
[?]
that go for whoever try
let you look death in the eye
pump hit your chest you’ll take breaths like lemise
all for your pride and respect you could die
better live wise
hate they ain’t swaggin’ like this
mad when they see they b-tch actin’ like this
pray they don’t try or we clappin’ like this
this world cold and thats why i’m savage like this
jekell and hyde i might flip
zero to a hunnit
though you strapped in the belt you still gon die on this trip
don’t be a crash dummy
no -rg-sm we comin’
no band but we drummin’
and prepared to give an encore if these n-ggas act like they want it

- talley of 300 lyrics

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