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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter:in
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Justin "Jusvibes" Gibson
Mischtechniker:in
Helluva
Helluva
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Mary wanna play around I let her have her fun (Helluva made this beat, baby) Let's get it, yeah These niggas don't listen, and I can't keep tryna teach 'em (just listen) I'm polished 'cause I was a follower before a leader (I lead now) It's easy to get this money, it's hard to keep it (that's the hard part) You better not piss me off, I know the Reaper (better not) And I keep saying car insurance, gang I should get bro 'nem progressive chains When it's smoking with these niggas' hoes, they hit everything (everything) I was fucked up, going to GameStop, selling games (selling games) Now I'm in that foreign, banging Rick James, Mary Jane Like niggas know what the fuck going on (oh, they know) Real nigga, I ain't telling no lies (I ain't gon' lie to you) Remember niggas tried to lil' dog me (you remember) I'm big dog, now they all surprised (bitch) How you gonna be fake around the real Like we won't notice it? (Can't do that) Tell them boys it ain't no stack if they can fold that shit (put that up) Poppin' out, I'm tellin' security, let me hold the stick (pass that) All that being big shit look cool, but I'm gon' blow this bitch I'm from where the lions play, if you slip you know you blitz (Detroit) I don't try to hide the fact I'm married, I show a bitch (this my ring, bitch) I'm too loyal to be cheatin', I' hoe a bitch (I'm cool) I don't give a fuck how good she look, I get bro the bitch (I'm cool) You be with bums, gang, how you gon' get up? Show me what you focused on, I show you where you gon' end up I be thankin' God every day, and that still ain't enough (amen) Nothin' I can get Granny to pay her back for all her love (I love you, Granny) It's easy to look weak when you strong But it's hard, and it's deep to look strong when you weak (heard?) Been so hurt, it had me askin', "Why this shit happen to me?" (Why?) Now I'm so blessed, it got me askin', "How this shit happen for me?" (Damn, how?) This money turn you up, I promise life gon' have a different view (ooh) We can turn you up, but if you fuck it up, bro, that's on you (on you) I done seen a bitch turn down a nigga that had on dirty shoes (I have) I ain't seen a bitch turn down a nigga with four million in jewels (in pocket) Fuck being outside, I'm chillin' with my children Arguing with bae, but we gon' be back cool in five minutes Take the good with the bad, say amen, God did it Already touched a seven, now I need like nine digits (I need) But these niggas don't listen, I can't keep on tryna teach 'em (I can't) I'm polished 'cause I was a follower before a leader (I lead niggas now) It's easy to get this money, it's hard to keep it (that's the hard part) You better not piss me off, I know the Reaper (better not piss me off, I know the Reaper) And I keep saying car insurance, gang I should get bro 'nem progressive chains When it's smoking with these niggas' hoes, they hit everything (that don't mean shit, nigga) I was fucked up, going to GameStop, selling games (it's facts) Now I'm in that foreign, banging Rick James, Mary Jane (talk to 'em) Like niggas know what the fuck going on (oh, they know) Real nigga, I ain't telling no lies (uh-uh) Remember niggas tried to lil' dog me (remember) I'm big dog, now they all surprised You tried it, nigga You niggas tried it You tried it, nigga You niggas tried it, bitch
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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