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lirik lagu tee grizzley - white dior tee

[intro: tee grizzley]
(brian, what did you do?)
what 300 did?
300 did what? ayy (free the guys, n~gga)

[verse 1: tee grizzley & allstar lee]
300 signed baby grizz and my n~gga lee (facts)
shout out to celine believin’ in them gangsters out the street (good lookin’)
sh~t ain’t just the fans, boy, the government givin’ us streams (woo)
they like, “what you mean?” b~tch, the feds listen when we speak (n~gga)
bought my favorite girl a b~e~n~z, n~gga
can’t give out no loans, this for baby tee, n~gga (neph’)

[verse 2: mu, allstar lee & tee grizzley]
forty~eight a key, thirty~eight a p, n~gga (work)
two hundred sittin’ on this white dior tee, n~gga (two hundred racks)
ayy, mu, ‘member when you had them green things mailed?
you talkin’ had, man, i still get them green things mailed (them b~tches still on)
this sh~t smoke good, plus it got the look and the smell (strong)
rose gold ap, hope this b~tch don’t send me to jail (bling blaow)

[verse 3: allstar lee]
shirt cost a g, shoes cost a g, n~gga (bands)
and add another three hundred, got a deal, shout out 300 (woo)
in the booth spillin’ cris’ on my dior tee (facts)
and this whip i’m in ain’t got no key, it come from germany (overseas)
pretty foreign b~tch with me and she come from germany (okay)
they ain’t payin’ five for a ‘bow of ice, then they concernin’ me (platinum, platinum, platinum)
split your sh~t in half if a n~gga think he harmin’ me (platinum, platinum, platinum)
used to grab act’ and blues out the pharmacy
[verse 4: tee grizzley & allstar lee]
ayy, m’s on my card, but i still keep me a bankroll (racks)
this white dior tee, it cost me ten pairs g~fazos (a band)
that boy ain’t got a deal, but spent 50k on rodeo
and lee just got a deal, before his deal, he had his chain froze
pull up to the trenches, glizzies with them switches
n~ggas don’t like gang ’cause they be f~ckin’ n~ggas’ b~tches (b~tch)
bro hit his b~tch, now he callin’ bro an opp
goofy~ass n~ggas out here dyin’ over thots (dead wrong)

[verse 5: mu & allstar lee]
i ain’t got a deal, but i get deals when you come and cop
bored as h~ll, waitin’ on three months for these ‘bows to crop
i was bustin’ n~ggas in they sh~t before i bust a watch (in they sh~t)
and i’ll go punch up some cards ‘fore i punch a clock

[verse 6: allstar lee]
f~ck hittin’, vv’s on my neck swingin’ on b~tches (swingin’ on hoes)
choppers got tris in ’em, been done leaned me a n~gga (brrt)
takin’ feds chances, got two thousand beans in a rental
once i make it there and back, i’ma come back with a sixty (sixty ball)
she go crazy on the d~ck, b~tch, i like that (i like that, b~tch)
when i hit her hard, b~tch, you better fight back (i like that, b~tch)
say you trappin’, slappin’ hard, where your mic at? (where your phone at?)
if she a platinum b~tch, her neck and wrist, i ice that (woo)
[verse 7: tee grizzley & allstar lee]
ayy, talkin’ to the plug, take the price down (take that price down)
million on my neck, b~tch, that’s my lifestyle (that’s my lifestyle)
n~gga talkin’ loud, he better pipe down (pipe down)
n~gga, we ain’t in dc, but this the white house (white, n~gga)
i ain’t talkin’ canned goods, but i got beans in the cabinet (beans)
strike her like a freak, b~tches scream when i’m stabbin’ (skrrt)
hey, you say hand you a vacuum, b~tch, you ’bout to clean the floor up
bro say hand him a vacuum, b~tch, he ’bout to wrap the ‘bow up (‘bow)

[verse 8: mu & allstar lee]
trackin’ sh~t through fedex, it’s pullin’ up to cleveland (shippin’ sh~t)
in the hood pickin’ up racks, then i’m leavin’ (money)
sprinkle baking soda on that brick like a seasoning (cane)
these n~ggas hate i’m breathin’, his b~tch hate when i’m leavin’ (hah)
get ’em in the morning and they gone by the evening (gone quick, n~gga)

[interlude: allstar lee]
oh, yeah, mu?
you talkin’ platinum on that motherf~cker, n~gga
get the work gone fast, i ain’t gone lie
check me out (talk that platinum sh~t, lee)

[verse 9: allstar lee]
sippin’ on crissy got me tipsy and your b~tch miss me (yeah)
’bout to blow a bag in balenci’, then shoot to fendi (yeah)
b~tch look like riri and she playin’ savage, fenti (bad b~tch)
i’ll squeeze the semi like a savage ’til it’s empty (b~tch)

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