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lirik lagu gr1zzy - carbine

intro: stickz
(vola)
you know how much food get prepped on grab some nine some of the ten get stepped on copped new suttin to press on aim at his face why you puttin your vest on

verse 1: gr1zzy
jump on the cross see man leg it cos they figured it where im heading
just got the call from my man p~ssed that i was never near the wettin that boy got caught in the lack and i heard his rub he is bare upsettin (splash) cos the uptop made him pellets did dat already swing that blade and rip out that belly buck 5~0 we did dat to many don’t get caught and hit like the belly (grizzy one fiddy) rivals, rivals i swear one of them last their eyeball don’t sing like michael when i dat pop like idol

verse 2: stickz
44 cougar glock in the sock no f~cking tuna
big black rugar man’s spread bullets and not no rumours man can’t see me your losers you ain’t a trapper, chinger or booter (bow)
im in the t stick and mover never the driver always the shooter (stizz)
man let it clap mans pistol boyz (muhh) im in love with the pistol noise you should see how i pistol boys (how you mean?) you know much food get prepped on grab some nine some of the ten get stepped on new suttin to press on aim at his face why you puttin your vest on

verse 3: gr1zzy
heard he got chinged and ran out of luck (splash)
i could tell dem bruck~back~bruck or i just swing my blade like chuckz get man down with the ruler he got robbed or could’ve been sooner man get lift like uber or get fished now his a tuna (splash)
bro got tool it’s mixtape madness drop dat yute build dat backwards bolts some bars i filled mans mattress they man lesson gov just backed it , swing dat far , when we swing dat backwards, them man actors they need baftas someone tell them set their standards (look at you, look you)

verse 4: stickz
never been one for the typin (no!) or much less for the wifin mans on top of the cake no icing that’s why they good and the bad bs like him (muhh)
this real brownin with bines in hot like a pot with your sundays rice in (sarious)
i was in the backstreet knifin, fighting, you was in your bedroom hypin (that’s stizz)
is man riding or man writing? is man slippin? man’s slidin i got dip but the ni~~a when divin (bow!)
i came in the game 1~5 in, stylin, flex on your robbery diamonds (gang) gang made the opps dem flyin it ain’t to dubai or caribbean islands
verse 5: gr1zzy
he got turn, caribbean (burrghh)
bro in the can, meridian
they don’t get on my 1~5 tug or my uptop hillian (moove) (moove)
never htc like millions he went swimmin, amphibian (splash)
and its major facts still made racks on the hill like william (moove) (moove)

verse 6: stickz
show you what skeng do the
the dots got opps on the menu (muhh)
the touch got thots in the venue
drop my an opp with the shot i intend to (yes!)
spit this chrome flat heads tear man skin and bone (bow!)
free jb man bring him home he ain’t buss no guns now bring him home go on bring dat tone

outro:
(gang) (gang)
(stizz)
(vola)

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