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lirik lagu baby grizzley - first night out

[intro]
got my n~gga strap in this b~tch with me, what up, blood?
listen, baby grizz came home, bro
be honest, bro, what you think he ’bout to do, bro?
man, he about to trip out, go dumb as h~ll with that sh~t, for real, for real (ain’t do doubt)
but like, no time, n~gga, you know what time it is, haha (for sure that, for sure that)
look, baby grizz just came home, bro, what you think you about to do, bro?
bro, we gon’ f~ck the streets up, bro (mm~hmm)
that’s what we finna do, man (say it again, one more time)
we finna f~ck the streets up
yeah, it’s your baby
ayy, ayy

[verse]
see, i got carats all on my— i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cookin’ sh~t
catch you and i light your pants on fire, boy, we cookin’ sh~t (bang, bang)
we the activators, n~ggas all talk, full of sh~t (n~gga)
fans got me boolin’, i had them wishin’, n~gga, with a stick (come on, dre, grrt)
first night out, i’m in the ‘ghini blowin’ h~lla strong (skrrt)
get your b~tch together, i heard mia’s an umbrella (woo, woo)
big monеy, five hundred, i remеmber i was sellin’ phones (big money, n~gga)
real headbanger, tell them boys put their helmet on (real headbanger)
you n~ggas got out of line, but i’ma fix you (you out of line)
quick to wipe a n~gga face, no tissue (woo, woo)
heard dog locked for a body, he a snitch too
put that bread on a broke n~gga, f~ck his b~tch too (okay)
ayy, these n~ggas shootin’ in the air and sh~t (they doin’ what?)
i’m in the city, we pull up and get to airin’ sh~t, uh
pull up with a n~gga ho in the mclaren sh~t
see an opp and shoot him like a film, we ain’t airin’ this (brrt)
if that b~tch from the wrong way, i’ma spin her (uh)
spent three seventy~five, n~ggas thought i had a printer (for real)
told block to bring them trees in, it ain’t december (n~gga)
n~ggas sprint when we blow down with 50s in the sprinter (brrt)
five hundred, free my n~gga pill, shout out 20 lou (five hundred)
jack boy like i’m wop, but i don’t f~ck with 22 (n~gga)
threesome with your b~tch and your ex, that’s what twenty do
b~tch, it’s big fifty, rich n~ggas, yeah, twenty coupes (n~gga)
f~ck seein’ my opps, dyin’ slow as f~ck (huh)
she’ll never pull up with a smoker, that’s a head shot, quick death (bang, bang)
told n~ggas disrespect the head bein’ get left (n~gga)
top five n~ggas in my hood call me big left (bang)
since i got a deal, they say i act different (okay)
caught a fed case and got back, i’m back winnin’ (caught a fed what?)
twin lamborghinis, no, this ain’t no scat, n~gga
gave my young dog a drac’ and told him back~to~back n~ggas (k!ll ’em)
oh, that’s big dog (yeah), lamborghini meezy (yeah)
drums like a beat, out of here, but i ain’t wheezy (out of here)
i’ma switch hoes if you ever try to cheat me (b~tch)
and i only f~ck rich hoes, michael ealy (yeah)
i’m a dealer and a user, percs got me woozy (okay)
you can call me future when i’m tweakin’ with that uzi (okay)
n~ggas sneak dissin’ d~ck suckers (all that sh~t goofy, n~gga)
ayy, shoes, shirt, hat, belt (all that sh~t gucci, n~gga)
ayy, pull up in a tank, blowin’ dank with the goonies (woo)
when she need a saint, but i can’t, i’m a loosie
pull up in a tank, blowin’ dank with the goonies (woo)
when she need a saint, but i can’t, i’m a loosie
a milli’ plus make these f~ck n~ggas believe in us (a milli’ plus)
buy her a prezi, make that young b~tch believe in love (buy her a what?)
try to eat, i’m throwin’ shots, you could eat a slug (bang, bang)
love got me hurt, i gotta numb pain with the drugs
i leave a b~tch behind for the wrong energy (leave her behind)
if i don’t murder such and such, i’ma injure him (bang, bang)
n~gga get into it with a banger, i’ma intervene
bland with a beam (bang), xan’ with the lean
look here, baby, i can’t come over without a bl!ck (i ain’t goin’ out)
you can’t be talkin’ like the dope man without a brick (talkin’ that)
ayy, i’m really the kick a door man, we got a l!ck
i told her if you make me slow dance, i gotta hit
back to this street sh~t, strapped with a glee, sh~t
blat gang, knock a n~gga hat to his feet sh~t
think i had a hundred cribs when i got them ki’s in
six twos blowin’ through the door, a n~gga peeped in
f~ck, then i got to leave, i can’t hold it up
pop three 10s, i’m ’bout to slide till i sober up (woo, woo)
f~ck, then i got to leave, i can’t hold it up (n~gga)
pop three 10s, i’m ’bout to slide till i sober up (brrt)
[outro]
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