Luyện nghe bài hát Back On My Grizzy

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on my Grizzy 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 where ya at?,
If you wit Younh Money,
Money where you at?,
Like the bunny wit a battery pack,
Boy that drummer drummin, like B-r-r-at-at-at-tat,
Or B-r-r-rump-bum-bum-bum,
Im so young but im a Giant Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum,
Just bought a new crib, And so dumb,
Got some money put away, the hurricane come,
Im a fuckin shame huh? yea i yea i know,
I go out the to get all my clothes 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 gasoline out my pours,
torch,
I got glasses like that boy Scott Storch,
And a porshe,
I got for tha scortch,
at your porch,
by the forts,
And we up courts,
The judge a bitch,
The jury dick,
Im a blood,
And i dont that crip,
I that kutch,
First Bubba,
First Young,
name Stunna,
in the office,
Take when im talkin,
as a cruz boat floats when im walkin,
I cause im ballin,
I to be ballin,
When im on the wit bitches man the money keep callin,
You aint satisfied ya son'll be callin,
Tellin you where to leave the in the mornin,
Ok you wanna mover instead,
Thats you walk in ya house and everybody dead,
I can take a shit i stand,
Where i stand...and watch you pussies in ya pants,
You aint a man a hoe,
I can him with the flow,
And then play the at the fuckin funeral,
Big so they drinkin big shots,
And my gam go Hussein and missile launch,
The Corrain me Wayne Chain,
Listen ma, i dont karate, but after the brain, i kick you out,
You suck like tony romo, no homo,
And im all about my money, i get paid for yeaa,
Im the man in bitch, they say money talks wel..
Im tha ventriloquist,
And if i ever jump, il prolly in ya bitch,
Boy that hoe colder my hand and my wrist,
Boy im more cooler a fan and a mint,
And when im done this track we'll need a bandages,
I be wit savages and im average,
Im a crazy ass star like a asterick,
You niggas see me, im on my casper shit,
so much game, i fuck around and lap a bitch,
If love a grocery, i juss bag a bitch,
And you kno im gonna score Deion after picks,
Im on a pill, she get that mornin after dick,
And when my roll came down whut i did after it,
I popped and some 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 aint no rights on my block,
I got shop,
I got that dro, i got them pills, i got yay,
Give it to them hoes and watch bitches freak away...