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lirik lagu tee grizzley - fuck it off

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[intro]
h-lluva made this beat, baby

[verse 1: chris brown]
who you think you finna play with?
who you think you finna run your mouth to and won’t say sh-t?
i’m outchea when it’s cold, leave you out there
them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
h-lla n-gga’s talk sh-t but they stand still
let’s take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
hunnid thousand dollar cartiers, i’ma change sh-t
keep playin’ with liu kang, i’ma kick it to your main b-tch
and i’ve been f-ckin’ hoes on my bae sh-t
come to the crib, i tell ’em go to the sp-ceship
red pill, blue pill, we in the matrix
take it to the face, better do what i say, b-tch
he make it outta here then he a winner
if a n-gga try to run then we pull up in sprinters
we get to bustin’ at your bucket, f-ck it hit ‘cho liver
end of discussion, it’s nothing, i eat you p-ssies for dinner
i got no time, for fake ones, k!llers on the west side, with them real guns
and if you try to wave the white flag, we gon’ still come
“where you at? here, n-gga!” all this p-ssy i’ma drill somethin’

[chorus: chris brown]
why they hate to see a real n-gga make it?
i done made a lot of change, now my people’s changin’
by myself, i don’t need no witness
can’t thank n0body but the lord ’cause i’m gettin’ it
i keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
and living every f-ckin’ day like it’s mardi gras
i’ma finesse this sh-t, win, lose, or draw
you think i work this hard to f-ck it off?

[verse 2: tee grizzley, chris brown & both]
once again, i gotta remind these n-ggas
balenciaga, ‘member when i couldn’t buy these, n-gga
called ’em bricks birds ’cause we really fly these b-tches
tell your mans i know i’m lit, but don’t eye me n-gga (oh, woah)
i’m solvin’ every single problem with a tool
supersoak a n-gga like he jumpin’ off the pool
if the feds hit the mansion, we gon’ make it to the news
choppa lift a n-gga up, i bet he make it to the moon (pow)
you can tell me and breezy at the top
they want us to fail, hopin’ that we fall but we not
don’t feel bad for what i did to them n-gga’s block
can’t say what happened, just know i had to get rid of the glock (oh)
remember my l!ck days, couldn’t pull a b-tch days (oh)
now i ain’t trippin’ on none of the bills, that sh-t paid (ooh woah)
n-gga tried to fake beef with a n-gga (that’s just hate)
sneak dissin’ me, see me out, jump on my d-ck, these n-ggas lame
(oh, p-ssy n-gga) aye, n-gga’s terrible, who raised y’all?
n-gga’s leeches i can’t feed ’em, i can’t baby y’all (you need to f-ck off)
i’m giving headshots, i ain’t ’bout to fade y’all
b-tch you ain’t f-ckin’, bye felicia, i can’t play with y’all (woo)

[chorus: chris brown]
why they hate to see a real n-gga make it?
i done made a lot of change, now my people’s changin’
by myself, i don’t need no witness
can’t thank n0body but the lord ’cause i’m gettin’ it
i keep my head up and middle finger to the sky
and living every f-ckin’ day like it’s mardi gras
i’ma finesse this sh-t, win, lose, or draw
you think i work this hard to f-ck it off?


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