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lirik lagu ot the real & 38 spesh - grease

[verse 1: ot the real]
can’t duplicate a custom piece
knew the plug a couple weeks
he got the most to lose, so out his crew, he’s who i trust the least
but that work he gave me’s f~ckin’ grease
taste it, lose the feelin’ in your gums and cheeks
you gon’ have to brush your t~~th
they on the doors, you gon’ have to stuff the seats
let the youngins eat, you don’t gotta be who floods the streets
keep the money outta sight, and the guns in reach
i’ve been the one to beat, somerset thе summer street
and they still have it, d~mn, you still trappin’?
paid your man’s bail and his lawyеr, and he still ratted?
why should i feel bad if someone placed the airtag
which phones don’t pick up on, on your dash back by the airbag?
we caught you slippin’, pop found a bundle
said, “i taught you different”
i said, “you’re right,” came home next night and brought a brick in
bro said, “dawg, you trippin'”
tell me how much dog you flippin’
followin’ sentence, finna be a fentanyl proposition

[chorus: ot the real]
knew the plug a couple weeks
he got the most to lose, so out his crew, he’s who i trust the least
but that work he gave me’s f~ckin’ grease
[verse 2: 38 spesh]
ayy, y’all
was in the kitchen with a guy with dreads
at seventeen, he taught me how to whip it like driver’s ed
the pigs want me alive or dead
all i did was follow the sh~t my financial adviser said
all the people i admire bled
give me a b~tch with some fire head, i get the empire fed
don’t trust sh~t that a liar said
the post office stealin’ boxes, same reason that they fired craig
ha, designer threads
if i’m in a long~distance relationship, they wire bread
gunshots, tires sped
interrogation room, said the same thing michael myers said
ha, your b~tch, i supply her meds
y’all wired and supplyin’ feds with pics that’s higher res
ha, your gun never fired lead
you ain’t shot it off in so long, it got spider webs

[chorus: ot the real]
knew the plug a couple weeks
he got the most to lose, so out his crew, he’s who i trust the least
but that work he gave me’s f~ckin’ grease

[verse 3: dave east]
i watched my neighbors smoke dope until his soul spoke
couldn’t get in first, latrell sprewell, they stole coke
jumped in that ocean, it felt familiar like a boat float
tourin’ in australia, diamonds on me, did the gold coast (where we goin’?)
you n~ggas bots, catchin’ feelings over what hoes post
if it was bros over hoes, i guess that code broke (y’all broke that)
no more pieces, n~ggas sold soap
compare our stories, got her memory kinda cloudy, but her nose know
i took a trip, hope i got back home safe (i hope)
outta town, they tryin’ to prove they cooked it better
i felt like bobby flay
my ahki stay out in far rockaway (salāmalayk~m)
he on his ding now, used to give out the beats
thought he was dr. dre
promoters hot, i got in late, but they still gotta pay
copped the popular strain, did chardonnay and put on dr. strange
there’s ring cameras at the crib before i cop a ring
angels and my demons present, keanu and constantine
pablo
[chorus: ot the real]
knew the plug a couple weeks
he got the most to lose, so out his crew, he’s who i trust the least
but that work he gave me’s f~ckin’ grease

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