lirik lagu jag – grillin’ freestyle
[hook]
ok we finna’ make a movie, yup
shoot you like you tryna’ film
fed up, so i’m quick to get you wet up like you tryna’ swim
we clapping, yup, we trapping, yup
put that on my mom and them
grillin’, grillin’, grillin’
n-ggas think i f-ck with drama and them
we grillin’ x4
here me, here me, here me
grillin’ x4
f-ck wit me, my n-ggas
grillin’ x4
here me, here me, here me
grillin’ x5
[verse 1: chubby jag]
if a n-gga got work, i take a n-gga pounds
if you never seen him cry, i’ll make a n-gga now
don’t bring a n-gga round, i get a n-gga clowned
i get a n-gga drowned, i break a n-gga down, yup, yup
that dime on me, that nine on me
robbing, you out your mind homie
my crime homies is right here, we jeweled up like shawn homies
you don’t hear me though, we working holmes
get low just like we jerkin, we gravy wavy, we surfing holmes
balling out like p. kirkland holmes
shoot them guns like we nurfin’ holmes
about my business, so if you gon’ to step to me
just be certain holmes
chubby, try me all my n-ggas barking homie, skip the growl
dig me, if we beefing then i’m eating, call me mister chow
soon as n-ggas catch you, i’ll be swinging, you’ll need st-tches now
married to my heater, can’t be cheating, man that b-tch is wild
yea i be packing sh-t, try me i be clapping sh-t
sour you can smell it through the bag, that’s that scratch n’ sniff
n-gga k!lling, yup i do this sh-t the gangster (where?)
i’m gangster real, i’m hustling on the block
i got that gangster grill
[hook]
[verse 2: chubby jag]
oh you mad for real, i got mad appeal
i got swag for real, holmes jag is ill
your -ss should chill before i grab the steel
and i blast steel, then your -ss is k!lled
cash money like gl-sses deal, hustle man, yea i p-ssed for real
i’m on the corner, i’m on point
like a point guard how i p-ss the pill
chubby yup, i spit for real
fit game sick, my kicks is ill
my (?) strapping, this chick i’m with saying mad rapper
i told that b-tch to chill
so high that i can’t think, your album weak and your tape stank
hate on me, i’m shooting back cause i’m war ready like face paint
chubby, where i come from ain’t no talking n-gga
we winning, yup, n-ggas catching up to boston n-gga
fresh to death, no coffin
i’m balling like kenny lofton n-gga
on fire like austin n-gga, i’m stunting, i’m flossing n-gga
yup, my team clean, got mad money, that mean green
we balling out, holmes, cast kobe i’m (?) (?)
for sure we k!lling, got that crown
just know we stealing, yup we chilling
if it’s beef, then we gon’ cook, just know we grillin’
[hook]
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu 2 chainz – living
- lirik lagu yung tyme – limitless
- lirik lagu pez – the game
- lirik lagu chief aleel – lez get it
- lirik lagu danny brown – d-boyz
- lirik lagu al jarreau – sweet baby
- lirik lagu bladee – 4am
- lirik lagu lone wolf (wearelonewolf) – heartbeat
- lirik lagu beto y sus canarios – mi ultimo contrabando
- lirik lagu matty. – no.love