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team backpack - duckwrth, peoples, grynch lyrics

[verse 1: duckwrth]

[verse 2: peoples]

keep a lawyer for the judges trying to rail road him
lil n-gga, i ain’t choose this i was chosen
the day that i’m without a b-tch is well h-ll’s frozen
funny when they say you ain’t good when you well spoken

since a knee high, white t’s and levi’s
drugs and the money bring em out work to t.i
cremate the p-ssy, bet i earned it
green in my eye listen to my eric sermon
my chick is suburban. whipped the suburban
and when she sucks d-ck that she do it with a purpose
bet my my old b-tches on my instagram
they know i’m the bomb in the club with a turban
they know i’m a problem, mc squared what they call em
you are not fly, you are just free falling
yeah, i’m so advanced with the bars
homie if you want to die you can dance with the stars
based on a true story get to know the author
young legend lighting one up right before departure
might let her spend the night not a minute longer
just some spur of the moment sh-t, tony parker
one night, two bottles and a box of condoms
had her diving for my b-lls like dennis rodman
this my hall of fame flow, counting pesos
riding with the gas tank low and the dank rolled!!!

[verse 3: grynch]

straight out the upper left where we don’t get enough respect
i’m all in ’til ain’t nothin’ left – go ahead and cut the deck
deal these bars and ill these bars – nothin’ left
short as h-ll but above the rest – i gotta leave these suckas checked
lyrical exercise – the flow’ll leave ’em mesmerized
i must advise i’m here to spread the truth – forget the lies
cause some guys’ll get up on a track and grow they nose
talkin’ ’bout they rap about they life – i’m all like no they don’t
see i can only do what’s me – that’s why i’m a true mc
that’s why i get my props from backpackers off to them g’s
yes sir i hold my own – i ain’t one to call a clone
get off my cloud son i’m a rolling stone
on the mic man i k!ll – you know i’m leavin’ beats destroyed
with a license to ill like a mothaf-ckin’ beastie boy
so whatever, hater – i’m a stay a innovator
got ’em wowed when i spit like solange in the elevator

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