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Granny Crib (Explicit)

Lil Durk2018年3月30日

Granny Crib (Explicit) 歌詞

ATL Jacob

 

Came a long way to a mansion crib

I had roaches at my granny crib

Jumped into the streets on accident

 

Police snatched me up they better not ask me s**t

 

I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis

 

I bet that n***a won't lack again

 

Remember I had them 2s for 10s

Put me on child support you better not ask for s**t

On my dead body

I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body

And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body

Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody

I remember selling w**d inside some Ed Hardy's

My homie he the police he might be fed probably

 

That's on my dead body

You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back

N***as don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped

Always tryin' to fix some s**t where its loose at

Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares

 

Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares

Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir

For my son

Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared

Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead

Know some n***as that'll snake their homies for some meds

Know some n***as that don't take care of their homies in the feds

Know some n***as that took some gunshots to the head

No reaction and scream gang gang when I'm dead

 

Please be greater don't please these haters

When that Bentley paddle like please these gators

I don't cry at wakings I'ma grieve later

You don't believe me now you gon' believe me later

You ain't bleeding now you gon' bleed later

We don't buy 5s 7s n***a we take 'em

Percocet eater I told Rex take 'em

Ain't let money change him

I told Rex thank you

 

Came a long way to a mansion crib

I had roaches at my granny crib

 

Jumped into the streets on accident

 

Police snatched me up they better not ask me s**t

 

I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis

 

I bet that n***a won't lack again

 

Remember I had them 2s for 10s

Put me on child support you better not ask for s**t

On my dead body

I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body

And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body

Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody

I remember selling w**d inside some Ed Hardy's

My homie he the police he might be fed probably

 

That's on my dead body

I'ma attached to my babies

They be drivin' me crazy

My three sons crazy

Make my daughters ladies

Turn these thous to millions

Goin broke prevent it

I be on my enemies

 

101 percentage

Don't f**k wit no sucker n***as

My life I adjusted wit it

I snake you just to get it

Don't wanna die keep my distance

Wonder why I keep my pistol

Had fame since we was little

Kept guns from being bullied

Cap guns to keep 'em fully

My teacher tried to push me

I need them birds like Whoopi

My b***h I love her p***y

For thirty thousand book me

They steady tryna book me

Smoke a pound of cookie

A designer junkie

I done survived the jungle

I'ma survive the struggle

Forever gon' ride wit muscle

Luffy

 

These n***as ain't real act like they love me

 

Homicide homicide if a n***a touch me

 

Facts oh-oh-oh

 

A shame on you mean that's a shame on me

 

Got fame on you mean that's fame for me

 

If you get 100 years that's the same for me

I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me

 

Came a long way to a mansion crib

 

I had roaches at my granny crib

 

Jumped into the streets on accident

 

Police snatched me up they better not ask me s**t

 

I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis

 

I bet that n***a won't lack again

 

Remember I had them 2s for 10s

 

Put me on child support you better not ask for s**t

On my dead body

I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body

And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body

Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody

I remember selling w**d inside some Ed Hardy's

My homie he the police he might be fed probably

 

 

That's on my dead body