Testo Sweet Thangs - Tee Grizzley
Testo della canzone Sweet Thangs (Tee Grizzley), tratta dall'album Scriptures
Ayy, on some real shit
I'll take e'rythin' from these fuck niggas
(All that nigga, run all that shit, nigga, call whoever, we with all that, nigga)
Ayy, somebody tryna sell a gun, I say, "Let me buy it" (pull up)
Took an extra gun with me 'cause I'm finna rob him (my money)
He took the bullets out, gave it to me, I upped on him (watch out)
He said, "Damn", I said, "Nigga, get the fuck on" (get the fuck on)
This one nigga, I barely knew I hit a lick wit' him (let's get it)
Sold e'rythin' and I ain't split shit wit' him (nothin')
If I don't know you, I'ma hold you, suck it up, 'cause I'll smoke you
Now act like you want some beef and I'll show you, nigga
Nigga tryna sell pound, I ain't never heard of dawg (who's he?)
Told him, "Bring it to the car", got it and skirted off (skrrt)
He fucked up when he started talkin' that murder talk (oh yeah?)
Don't know what happened, but I heard somebody murked him off (boom)
Big ice, shootin' craps with my wrist bright (let's get it)
If I lose too much money, I'ma switch dice (run it)
Bitch, I'm worse than the casino with these trick dice (got it)
Win a 100K, and they be like, "I quit, guys" (gone)
Did e'rythin' I heard, that's why I can't be got
You think I can be got? (Oh, yeah?), you think, you can't be shot? (Bitch)
Hit a nigga older sister and get the top
Then get mad when he ask, "Like, why would I do that, my guy?" Look (not your sister)
If you ain't with the squad, then you're free game (pussy ass niggas)
I'm done givin' passes to these sweet thangs (niggas soft as fuck)
Catch you comin' out the jeweler, get a free chain (run that, bitch)
Make you buy this bitch back for double what you paid (I need double)
If you ain't with the gang, then it's open season (pussy ass niggas)
You don't love us, we don't love you either (fuck y'all niggas)
Give me e'rythin', I swear to god, I need it (run that)
Run yo' pockets, in return, you can keep breathin'
Hoes get it too, they don't get left out (they don't get left out)
Told her I'ma spend the night, hit her then crept out (then I crept out)
Before I dip, go in her purse, take a stack out (let me get that)
Get her iPhone charger, and then I bail out (let me get that)
Local rapper I don't fuck with, let me hear it (let me hear it)
Tax a nigga for a feature, then don't clear it (fuck it)
Book a session, let my hood niggas engineer it (get that shit)
When I leave, pull that truck up, take they equipment (get that)
Ayy, I be robbin', I be lootin', I be stealin' (all that)
Anybody that ain't with us, a potential victim (fuck 'em)
He wanna buy his watch back, tell him, "Bring us 50" (pull up)
When he pull up, take the money, rob whoever with him
Bitch, if you ain't with the squad, then you're free game (you're free game, nigga)
I'm done givin' passes to these sweet thangs (niggas soft as fuck)
Catch you comin' out the jeweler, get a free chain (run that)
Make you buy this bitch back for double what you paid, nigga
If you ain't with the gang, then it's open season
You don't love us, we don't love you either
Give me e'rythin', I swear to god, I need it
Run yo' pockets, in return, you can keep breathin'
Bitch, free them killers and them jack boys
Yeah, big guns and we whack boys
Bitch, free them killers and them jack boys
Nigga, bi-bi-big gun, I'll whack boy, ah
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Christoph Bauss, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Terry Wallace, Jose Angel Velazquez, Bastian Völkel, Luca Starz, Tim Friedrich
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