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Tee Grizzley - Young Grizzley World (ft. YNW Melly & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
YNW Melly
YNW Melly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
Jamell Demons
Jamell Demons
Songwriter
Ricardo Lamarre
Ricardo Lamarre
Songwriter
Sidney Royel Selby III
Sidney Royel Selby III
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darrell Gregory Jackson
Darrell Gregory Jackson
Producer

Lyrics

Chopsquad Young Grizzley World, baby (Young Grizzley Word) No, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby) No, no, no, no, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby) No, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby) Nowadays, - change on the gang Switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us - Ain't really with that - On that snake -, fake -, that ain't what's up (Young Grizzley World, baby) Pussy -, that ain't what's up, oh (Young - World, baby) Nowadays, - change for the fame - Switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us He was just rich two years ago, now the - in the middle of the road on angel dust We ain't had -, we was on our -, and them - ain't even really wanna hang with us - Switch on some snake -, fake -, hell nah, -, that ain't what's up - With the crew, say he really with the -, hell nah, we a clique full of murderers Don't trust my -, my - really creep, they slime, and they will murder ya - Sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging -, -, but we ain't ever heard of ya You can keep all the stories to yourself, - you ain't on that -, we never heard of ya - Jit, we ain't heard of ya - We ain't heard of ya - We ain't heard of ya Clique full of murderers - We ain't heard of ya I got a new bitch for the summer They wait for the bus and they throw me right under My watch and baguettes, I don't know what's exactly the price But it cost me way over a hundred Bro had the drink, I had thought it was soda I sipped it and felt like I was in a coma I'm covered in water, I need me a floater She suckin' my - and I don't even know her All my guys ride You fight, I fight I'm fly, you're fly My guys, my guys My guys, fight if I fight Kill, stab, die, die I tried too many times I cried too many times - Watch who you play with (stop playin') Before I catch a premeditated (bah) Got a lot of - dead and I still see they faces (woo) I'm a rap star, I could've been a mental patient Hit you with the bag, you still ain't paid me (what?) You must want a - come and do you like a stranger I ain't even trippin', money older than a pager - See you shine and forget you really dangerous They won't let you help 'em (they won't let you help 'em) They gon' make you nail 'em My - got life, he call every day, I don't know what to tell him We gon' get more time than murder They catch us with this - we sellin' (we gotta be level) Y'all went from high school to college We went from babies to felons, - (that's on my mama) I done really survived everything these streets offered (did all that -) I been through the mud, almost gave up I done survived everything these streets offered I been caged up (yeah), I done dodged them slugs (yeah, ayy) I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour I got a nine hour flight I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour Hour flight Load up the K, load up the carbon This - is off the dome D caught a body, Trell caught a body My - ain't comin' home I know that Lil Trell comin' home But they give Lil D 50 years His mama keep cryin' them tears (start cryin' on me) His mama keep cryin' them tears (start cryin', ah) It's a Draco in the back of the car and the police here behind you Better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Boy, you better run Lil' Melly comin' for ya and he strapped up with the gun An anaconda in your circle, and you don't even know They tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim they your bro And where was she when a young - was so damn broke? And where was she when a - ain't have no hope? Huh Dirty mattress (yeah, slatt, slatt) Man, these - actin' Ho, hell nah, ain't no lackin' Big B's, double-oh 20, baby, what's brackin'? - Boy get actin' Pack him up like some - laundry - Play, hell nah, Armanis These hoes gon' - up our lease Balenciagas, Saint Laurents This - wanna -, she rollin' my blunts I don't even smoke, you like to toke We totin' the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone Nowadays, - change for the fame - Switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us He was just rich two years ago now the - in the middle of the road on angel dust We ain't had -, we was on our - and them - ain't even really wanna hang with us - Switch on some snake -, fake -, hell nah, -, that ain't what's up - With the crew, say he really with the -, hell nah, we a clique full of murderers Don't trust my -, my - really creep, they slime, and they will murder ya - Sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging -, -, but we ain't ever heard of ya You can keep all the stories to yourself, -, you ain't on that -, we never heard of ya Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt - Jit, we ain't heard of ya F-, we ain't heard of ya F-, we ain't heard of ya Clique full of murderers - We ain't heard of ya
Writer(s): Darrel L Jackson, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jamel Demons, Artis Dubous Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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