Tee Grizzley – The Sopranos (feat. Machine Gun Kelly) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – The Sopranos (feat. Machine Gun Kelly) Lyrics

The Sopranos (feat. Machine Gun Kelly) Letra Tee Grizzley – Topic The Sopranos (feat. Machine Gun Kelly) Lyrics

Intro: Tee Grizzley & Machine Gun Kelly
We on some, make ‘em to the O shit
We on some, Detroit to Cleveland, shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Run wit’ us or run from us (Ayy)

Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly
In my hood I was the baby boy like Lil Jody (For real)
Bossed up, now I tell ‘em when to go like I’m E-40 (Go)
2019 I spent half the checks I got on codeine (Hm)
Now I got superpowers, look at how high I be floatin’ (Shh)
I don’t ever play no games, but I’m always loadin’ (Yeah)
I got a sweet tooth, so I dip my car in candy coatin’ (Hm)
Kia boy, when I was thirteen what I drove was stolen (Skrrt)
My twenty-eighth birthday, my homie Pete bought me a rollie (Ah)
All these rappers corny, why when it was really beef?
The way you act don’t match the way you talkin’ on your story
We got the footage from the hotel ‘cause my dawg recordin’
Put him to sleep, turn the audio up, you hear him snorin’
I’m from Cleveland, but we on bullshit like Michael Jordan (Yeah)
They gon’ protect me at all costs ‘cause what I do important (Oh)
Don’t wake the beast inside of me up, he been layin’ dormant
2012 I lost two million, fuckin’ up a doorman (Uh)
Skinny tatted tall white boy, rock and rollin’ (Right)
I killed a lot of rappers, I don’t respect law and order (Nah)
Open that backpack like I’m Dora, pull up in Explorers
Switched out, pull up in that Aston, blew the fuckin’ motor (Skrrt)
Four leaves in the blunt, I’m ashin’, I’m smokin’ the clover (Oh)
Seven figures if they bookin’ me, tell the promoter (Tell ‘em)
Walkin’ out with bags that look like I just came from Kroger’s (What?)
The truth is that I fucked your mom, you’ll find out when you’re older

Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly
Can’t stop, won’t stop, always rollin’
Gotta keep it on me so I don’t get lonely (Yeah)
We the new mob and I feel like Tony (Oh)
Reppin’ for the team, twenty-four like Kobe

Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly
Why you mad, ho? (Why?)
Get your man, ho (Get him)
We gon’ light his ass up like a candle (Bah)
What’s the plan, ho? (Yeah)
What you sayin’, ho? (What?)
Shake it ‘til your cheeks spread and show your asshole, yeah

Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Machine Gun Kelly
All we gotta do is pull up, we gon’ have all the bitches (Thanks)
All you gotta do is say “It’s up”, you gon’ have our attention
Niggas don’t be that so I don’t kick it, let’s just buy some business (Come on, come on)
Trap nigga, we done brought my weight to niggas that do fitness (Thanks)
Tell me when it’s smoke so I can tell ‘em when to go (Let me know)
You see brodie playin’ with me, listen, we close, that’s how we joke (Let’s go)
Don’t see him doin’ it and think that you can do it, you’ll get smoked (Fuh)
You know we really ride with machine guns when we in the O (Shout-out Cleveland)
And you know what’s gon’ happen if we up it (You know)
‘Bout to run through Cleveland next, we made six figures in Columbus (Thanks)
Where I’m from, my niggas hustle, take your time, ain’t gotta rush it
If you know, you know, seventy-five is straight right to that money (Thanks)
That’s that Midwest shit (Midwest), get money, stretch shit (Stretch shit)
We aimin’ at your head, boy, fuck all that vest shit (That vest shit)
Opposite of basketball, we be prayin’ for a brick (Prayin’ for a break)
Opposite of boxin’, nigga, we get paid to take a hit (Paid to take a hit)
We got opposition poppers, watch ‘em spray it like a zit
Up to Drake and I’m not talkin’ ‘bout who’s stayin’ in the six
I know I can stop the violence, though, but I ain’t sayin’ shit
I like revenge, I’m in Detroit, and you know what the fuck I meant, ho
Exit nine nigga, on Rodeo with the top off
All this fuckin’ ice hit like a boxer caught in southpaw
Shit ain’t worth yo’ life, use yo’ head or get it knocked off
We stand over shit and swing sticks, call it Top Golf

Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly
Can’t stop, won’t stop, always rollin’
Gotta keep it on me so I don’t get lonely (Yeah)
We the new mob and I feel like Tony (Oh)
Reppin’ for the team, twenty-four like Kobe

Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & Tee Grizzley
Why you mad, ho? (Why you mad, bitch?)
Get your man, ho (Get some man, bitch)
We gon’ light his ass up like a candle (Bah, bah, bah)
What’s the plan, ho (What’s the plan?)
What you sayin’, ho? (What you sayin’)
Shake it ‘til your cheeks spread and show your asshole (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy), yeah
Why you mad, ho? (Fix yo’ attitude)
Get ya mans, ho (Get that pussy nigga)
We gon’ light his ass up like a candle (Bah, bah, bah)
What you sayin’, ho? (What you sayin’, bitch)
What’s the plan, ho (What’s the plan, bitch)
Shake it ‘til your cheeks spread and show your ass, ho, yeah (Ah)

Outro: Machine Gun Kelly
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I don’t give a fuck, yeah
Hahahaha, Midwest shit
Right, though, I don’t give a fuck (Ayy)
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Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) [ Lyrics] Letra Tee Grizzley Tee Grizzley – City of God (feat. Chris Brown) [ Lyrics]
Intro

Lost in the bag, I can dance for you
Open your back and dance for me
There ain’t no thing I can do for you
Bad gyal, bad gyal
Open your back and dance for me
You want my move, I can dance for you
Jump up again, bendin’ ya back

Chris Brown

Remember livin’ lights out
I got no money
I remember bein’ fucked up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain’t had nothin’ to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don’t even feel nothin’, no
It’s a jungle, I feel nothin’
Only God know me
It go down in the city of God
So me all don’t understand

Tee Grizzley

Oh, yeah, ‘member livin’ like shit
I was gettin’ niggas spent, now I’m rich
Still, I get a nigga spent
Ridin’ with the bag, paranoid, drivin’ all this shit
‘Fore I ever made a song, it was powder gettin’ mixed
I was walkin’ to the Coney, me and lil’ brodie
Can’t let you get up on me, you know I got that bitch on me
I was broke, so they hold me
Now they actin’ like they know me
How many niggas you know turnt they handcuffs to Rollies?
I done slept on air mattress and slept on pallets
That shit wasn’t by choice, I had to ‘cause we ain’t have it
Couldn’t do nothin’ for granny, that just turn me to a savage
I don’t wake up and be rich, lil’ nigga, you gotta stack it
I was lookin’ for the bag, boy, I wasn’t rappin’
You survive in my hood, boy, that wouldn’t happen
I can’t do no crime with no rapper niggas rattin’
Bet your brains on the shirt look like Jell-O on a napkin

Chris Brown

Remember livin’ lights out
I got no money
I remember bein’ fucked up
Nights I go hungry
Since I ain’t had nothin’ to eat
Had to bleed the streets to feed the beast
And it can go down any minute
So you know the stick go to sleep with me
It go down in the city of God
Go and slide in, don’t even feel nothin’, no
It’s a jungle, I feel nothin’
Only God know me
It go down in the city of God
So me all don’t understand
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Tee Grizzley – IDGAF (feat. Chris Brown & Mariah The Scientist) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley – IDGAF (feat. Chris Brown & Mariah The Scientist) [ Lyrics ] Letra Tee Grizzley Tee Grizzley – IDGAF (feat. Chris Brown & Mariah The Scientist) [ Lyrics ]
What’s up doe?
What you on?
I’m ‘bout to pull up on you right quick
You got a man? Fuck that gotta do with me?
Come outside real quick

Is you up right now? (Yeah)
What you want right now? (Mwah)
Is you drunk right now? (She say?)
Sucks, I know I got a man (haha)
I don’t care right now (I don’t give a fuck)
Pull your hair right now (come here)
Tryna beat it right now (she like)
Sucks, you know I got a man
I don’t give a fuck (I don’t)
But you know I got a man (I’m sorry)
I don’t give a fuck (I don’t)
Don’t you understand? (I don’t)
I don’t give a fuck
But you know I got a man (ain’t got shit to do with me)
I don’t give a fuck
Don’t you understand? (for real)

Sound good, why you answering then (why you ignoring me)
Come, let me smack it again
I heard you, you got a man
You love that nigga, you ain’t gotta tell me again
I’m just tryna link and be nasty again
Dick in your back, call me daddy again
Ain’t bout to keep playin’, I’m really that nigga
You keep bullshittin’ and I’m grabbin’ your friend
But damn, I can’t keep my mind off of you
Two shots of that clase azul
I’m ready to fool
Remember your favorite hotel, I remember your favorite position
Let’s go get a room
You in a relationship now? C’mon my baby, I know you, that ain’t even you
You know I’m in tune, let’s go and get freaky, what you got to lose, my baby?

Is you up right now? (Yeah)
What you want right now? (Mwah)
Is you drunk right now? (She say?)
Sucks, I know I got a man (haha)
I don’t care right now (I don’t give a fuck)
Pull your hair right now (come here)
Tryna beat it right now (she like)
Sucks, you know I got a man
I don’t give a fuck (I don’t)
But you know I got a man (I’m sorry)
I don’t give a fuck (I don’t)
Don’t you understand? (Nah)
I don’t give a fuck
But you know I got a man (ain’t got shit to with me)
I don’t give a fuck
Don’t you understand? (For real)

Got a girl at home, but you calling me
You know I’m taken baby, I don’t creep
Only been pick up, ‘cause you should know better
Then to think that we could be together
Fuckin’ right
You know I got a man, and he fucks me right
No reason to complain, hope we fuck tonight
And even if we can’t, still gon’ make you mine
You wasting my time

Is you up right now?
What you want right now? (Mwah)
Is you drunk right now? (She say?)
Sucks, I know I got a man (ha)
I don’t care right now (I don’t give a fuck)
Pull your hair right now (come here)
Tryna beat it right now (she like)
Sucks, you know I got a man
I don’t give a fuck (I don’t)
But you know I got a man (I’m sorry)
I don’t give a fuck (I don’t)
Don’t you understand? (Nah)
I don’t give a fuck
But you know I got a man (ain’t got shit to do with me)
I don’t give a fuck
Don’t you understand? (For real)

Say you want me
That means nothing
I guess ain’t, what can I say, what can I say
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Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Gorgeous Remix (feat. City Girls) Lyrics

Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Gorgeous Remix (feat. City Girls) [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra Tee Grizzley Tee Grizzley & Skilla Baby – Gorgeous Remix (feat. City Girls) [ Lyrics Lyrics]
Gorgeous, you gorgeous (Uh, uh, yeah)
Gorgeous, you gorgeous (Yung Miami, It’s the motherfuckin’ remix, Helluva made this beat, baby)
Gorgeous, you gorgeous
Gorgeous, you gorgeous (Jack)

Huh? Six figures for a Patek, it’s gorgeous
Diamond links on my wrist full of pointers (Pointers)
Cuban link on my neck, this bitch gorgeous (Ayy, ayy, this bitch gorgeous)
We eat the most, bust tint, it’s enormous (Yeah, yeah, you know that)
I love staring at my bitch, she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She love staring at my kit, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
My lil’ bitch say her favorite words is: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
I keep talkin’ to my wrist like: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)

Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)

She know she bad (She bad), I’m still gon’ tell her that she gorgeous (Gorgeous)
She got a man (So?), you better not kiss him, I need oral (Bitch)
You know these hoes gon’ do whatever I tell ‘em, I ain’t normal (Whatever I tell ‘em)
Wrist pull of pointers, ain’t no paper shortage, nigga (Ah)
It look like phone numbers when I get advances (When them numbers come)
I love your natural body, baby, let’s enhance it (Let me turn you up)
They would’ve kicked you out of school, you the baddest (So cold, bitch)
You know them bitches that ain’t gorgeous be the maddest (They sick)
Half a million on my weddin’, I’m a married man
Bitches thought they blew their chance, they ain’t never had a chance (She closed)
My neck need to go viral, it’s doin’ a TikTok dance (Bitch dancin’)
You gorgeous, I can’t spend no time, but I can spend some bands (Ah)

Six figures for a Patek, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
Diamond links on my wrist full of pointers (Pointers)
Cuban link on my neck, this bitch gorgeous (This bitch gorgeous)
We eat the most, bust tint, it’s enormous (It’s enormous, huh?)
I love staring at my bitch, she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She love staring at my kit, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
My lil’ bitch say her favorite words is: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
I keep talkin’ to my wrist like: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)

Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, I know)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, ah)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, bitch, you better get the motherfuckin’ prettiest bitch on here)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous, JT)

Please don’t call me twin, I don’t look like you (Yeah)
Bad bitch and I’m cocky, make a hatin’ ho uncomfortable (Ugly)
She think she first, gotta be April Fools
Bitches wanna be messy, so I came in this bitch with a broom
Pretty bitch throwin’ Bs up, Hellcat with my feet up
Face card don’t decline, JT Visa
Me and nigga never parted, don’t be silly, ho
He like my ass and say I remind him of Jacki-O
I’m gorgeous (Yeah), you stray, ho (Yeah)
That’s why he walk you like a dog (Yeah), you a stray, ho (Yeah)
I’m gorgeous (Yeah), bitch, why? (Yeah)
Who the fuck said pretty girls don’t fight?

Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous), huh?

Loose change that could by me new [?] (Ah, ah)
Make him bust in some Loubs, I ain’t even have to touch on him
Face card screamin’ trap me with a baby (Gorgeous)
Oh, you rich, but you don’t trick? It’s crazy
Keep it classy then nasty
She ain’t a CityGirl, bitch borin’ if you ask me
You say you love me, nigga, show me with a Van Cleef
Hop up on that dick and I ride it like a Banshee
Blue strips every day, it’s lucrative
Hatin’ hoes got me in they mouth more than hooka tips (Ho)
You can look, just don’t touch, girl, [?]
Got him single for this pussy front row like I’m Kiki

Six figures for a Patek, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
Diamond links on my wrist full of pointers (Pointers)
Cuban link on my neck, this bitch gorgeous (This bitch gorgeous)
We eat the most, bust tint, it’s enormous (You know that)
I love staring at my bitch, she gorgeous (She gorgeous)
She love staring at my kit, it’s gorgeous (It’s gorgeous)
My lil’ bitch say her favorite words is: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)
I keep talkin’ to my wrist like: You gorgeous (You gorgeous)

Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
Gorgeous (Gorgeous), you gorgeous (You gorgeous)
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King Von – Heartless (feat. Tee Grizzley) Lyrics

King Von – Heartless (Official Visualizer) (feat. Tee Grizzley) Lyrics
Intro
Banger
The Melody
DJ Bandz, oh, man
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

King Von
Grew up, I was heartless What?
Outside those apartments Yeah
My youngin got a carbon Boom
Now folks ‘nem gotta arson Boom, boom
We make your face a target Make your face
See, they done got me started Uh-huh
I catch your car, I park it What?
Put your body on the market Boom, boom
Grew up, I was heartless What?
Outside those apartments Yeah
My youngin got a carbon Boom
Now folks ‘nem gotta arson Boom, boom
We make your face a target Uh-huh
See, they done got me started They done got me
I catch your car, I park it Catch your car
Put your body on the market Boom, boom

Ayy, folks, go get his head Get his head
That boy in the red In the red
Ten bands’ll leave him dead What?
I keep my shooters fed Shooter fed
That blicky got a leg Got a leg
These niggas’ll tuck they tail Tuck they tail
Try to burst, I bet he dead Huh? What?
And this Hellcat extra fast Boom, boom
Hop out and run him down Run him down
I bet he gun him down Gun him down
Ain’t see me comin’ then See me then
They see comin’ now Comin’ now
Bodies get stiff when they hit the ground What?
Ooh, look, he leakin’ now Boom, boom
Nah, he ain’t tweakin’ now Boom
I don’t even think he breathin’ now Boom, boom, boom, boom

Grew up, I was heartless What?
Outside those apartments Yeah
My youngin got a carbon Boom
Now folks ‘nem gotta arson Boom, boom
We make your face a target Make your face
See, they done got me started Uh-huh
I catch your car, I park it What?
Put your body on the market Boom, boom
Grew up, I was heartless What?
Outside those apartments Yeah
My youngin got a carbon Boom
Now folks ‘nem gotta arson Boom, boom
We make your face a target Uh-huh
See, they done got me started They done got me
I catch your car, I park it Catch your car
Put your body on the market Boom, boom

Tee Grizzley
Ayy, bro, go get his face Go open his shit
Them hollows burn like mace Baow
Lil’ bro run down with Ks Come here
Wipe shit down, don’t leave no trace Clean it
Twelve years old I was seein’ them raids Feds
Unc’ ‘nem had too much weight No cap
Joy Road, that’s where I came from
Throw it up while I’m on stage H and 9
They don’t like us? Tell ‘em shake somethin’ Shake somethin’
I don’t fuck with these niggas, I’m straight on ‘em Straight
Gas ‘em up, we put brakes on ‘em Stop it
Shooters at the crib, can’t lay on me Can’t
How you gon’ take somethin’? We got a Drac’ on us
Don’t make us face one Baow
I’m a rare breed, want another me?
My nigga, it ain’t one One of one
Bitch

King Von
Grew up, I was heartless What?
Outside those apartments Yeah
My youngin got a carbon Boom
Now folks ‘nem gotta arson Boom, boom
We make your face a target Uh-huh
See, they done got me started They done got me
I catch your car, I park it Catch your car
Put your body on the market Boom, boom
Grew up, I was heartless What?
Outside those apartments Yeah
My youngin got a carbon Boom
Now folks ‘nem gotta arson Boom, boom
We make your face a target Make your face
See, they done got me started Uh-huh
I catch your car, I park it What?
Put your body on the market Boom, boom
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