Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

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Back on my Lyrics

Bitch im on my grizzy,
money where ya at?,
Two and a mic,
the Dj run it back,

Bitch im on my grizzy,
Young money ya at?,
If you fuck wit Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the energizer wit a battery pack,
Boy that keep drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a like Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
bought a new crib, And insides so dumb,
Got some money put away, incase the come,
Im a fuckin huh? yea i know yea i know,
I go out the country to get all my and my hoes,
And i go out my way to get my dro and my doe,
Cause, I it more than i do my hoes yes i doess,
I got comin out my pours,
torch,
I got glasses like white boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got for tha scortch,
Snipers at porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The juss a bitch,
The suck dick,
Im a blood,
And i smoke that crip,
I that kutch,
First Bubba,
names Young,
Last Stunna,
in the office,
Take notes im talkin,
as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I boast im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the phone wit bitches man the keep callin,
You satisfied till ya son'll be callin,
you where to leave the money in the mornin,
Ok you wanna mover instead,
Thats when you in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a where i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you piss in ya pants,
You aint a man a hoe,
I can kill him the flow,
And then the guitar at the fuckin funeral,
Big guns so drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Saddam and missile launch,
The Corrain call me Chain,
ma, i dont know karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You niggas suck tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for yeaa,
Im the man in this bitch, they say talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il land in ya bitch,
Boy hoe colder than my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track need a couple bandages,
I be wit savages and im average,
Im a crazy ass like a fuckin asterick,
You niggas see me, im on my casper shit,
so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love like a grocery, i bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna like Deion after picks,
Im rollin on a pill, she get that after dick,
And when my came down guess whut i did after it,
I popped and took patrone shots,
I pop popped and some Grey goose shots,
I pop popped...yea..
Young Money bitch, and if you niggas do it , we chop chop,
ya back on tha block,
We pop cops,
And there no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got yay,
it to them hoes and watch them bitches freak away...