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Paroles de la chanson Pape Talk par Icewear Vezzo

Gangsta Grizzillz (Damn, Matt this ones too hard)
Half a ticket
Let's run this up
Vezzo, DJ Drama

I'm like fuck a handout, ain't doing no freebies, I'd rather pay shit
Niggas be playing a 50, so I keep a big Glock where my waist is
To keep it hundred (A hundred), been chilling on niggas, ain't with all that fake shit
Been hearing how niggas be talking and gossip like hoes, I just never say shit
Just got a new chain bust, yeah, I been focused since I gave that drank up
In Truth, I'ma rain someth', it ain't a bad bitch that I can't fuck

It's like now that I'm richer, these niggas be iffy, they move, I'ma spank someth'
That Cullinan holding up traffic, ghetto and savage, might fuck on a bank teller
I ain't been playing the net or fucking with rappers, we really move someth'
All that linkin' up shit, really pussy, so nigga, I'm cool on it
Imagine me ridin' a wave, don't care for the fame, I just want the money
Want millions on millions, this chopper be bangin', this bitch hold a hundred
I got a big dope knot, we talking bout racks, my shit is long as Runyon
Been running my city for years 'cause I'm really turnt, they think I'm just lucky
Huh, I'm really a big dog, I ain't never chase no hoes or clout nigga

Rose gold, Sky-Dweller, all chunkies, this shit 'bout a house nigga
Yeah, this that Pape Talk, Maybach, fuck it, I let the Wraith talk
Just did two years in the feds for a little pistol, that shit was a cakewalk
Yeah, got me a gutter bitch, she a pill stuffer, just like my other bitch
I sent that ho on the road, you better not get caught, you know it's gon' come with shit
I really run the six, rock her to sleep, these bitches be dumb as shit
Fuck who you coming with, don't really be dancin', just let the money flip
The rap game shook, they see we got motion, niggas be nervous, yeah
Hundred round drum, sit inside the Drac', look like an Excursion

Put dog shit on your head, just like a turban, shoot through the curtains
Real street nigga, yeah, I fuck with the music, but I be serving

Gangsta Grizzillz

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