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Tee Grizzley – How Many Lyrics

[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain’t ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
And I still got some niggas doin’ fed time
Niggas doin’ all day without a deadline
I came home and you know I held my mans down
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself

[Verse 1]
How many niggas came home on some silent shit?
I never froze with that pistol I was poppin’ shit
Hit that interrogation room on some quiet shit
Just get me to a cell with my niggas so we can politic
And when I hit the county I was tripping on the rock
They took the TV, I don’t care just don’t fuck with that clock
And when I hit the prison yard I met a lot of plugs
They saw my paper work and I got a lot of love

[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain’t ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
And I still got some niggas doin’ fed time
Niggas doin’ all day without a deadline
I came home and you know I held my mans down
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself

[Verse 2]
I hit the rode with no L’s, That’s a real risk
I tried to smash thorty rollies, That’s a real lick
She put that money on her phone and kept that them letters coming
I cheated on her, She kept doing it, That’s a real Bitch
And I swear Naqueta she a realest dawg
Got that money right and she ain’t miss a visit dawg
She Said she gone hold me down and she did it dawg
How many bitches can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
FED’s threw the bait you know them lames took it
I treat my niggas like we came out the same pussy
I hold my own wait ain’t looking for no time reduction
Only thing I told them bitches was my lawyer number
I done been through Cincinnati headed to the K
Really I learned how to drive on them interstates
Like “Lik wake up nigga, we a hour away”
If we get into some shit, That nigga know he safe

[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain’t ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
How many niggas can say that
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga

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Icewear Vezzo – Angel Wings (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Nah, nah they wanna cut a deal I ain’t cuttin’ deals, they gon’ run the scrill’
Add us up it’s a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it on my own I ain’t want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama if I wanna kill bitch I’m gonna kill
Catch me up, I won’t take the stand
I’m a real man I’m the son of Millz
Real man, I’m the son of Millz
Pour my sprite up, I like it ice cold
Tryna summer jam until the ice show
Used to have me a Breitlo
Now the daddy glowin’, I’m a lightshow
Louies on not the spikes though
Y’all be sippin’ [?] call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit I might soak ya
Your bitch pussy deep I need a lifecoast
We gon’ buy it all if the price low
We gon’ ride the pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, light this bitch up once and [?] two times
[?] sip 8 lines
[?] chickens truck we gon’ get you fried
They love to cruise, say we get to live
Got a 100 on me, finna miss two pies

[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
I’m so fly, I’m so high

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile [?] crackhead walked six miles
Vezzo got six cars but Gucci got six styles
This a private club, you ain’t worth a milli you can’t get in
I got the molly [?] took half a gram it just kicked in
When I first start sellin’ dope I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on the lick, I kicked the door and said ‘thank ya’
See Guwop’s not a scratch of the [?]
Sold many pints of lean they think I’m Kurt Kobanga
You should pay attention to the ones boy be listenin’ to
AP’s on the both wristes boo
I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day that they let Gucci free
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin’ out bricks way for free
Look at me and look at you, how the fuck could you write a hook for me
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book ’bout me
Gucci just got out the FED’s but now he make a mill a week
Bring me out a currency and motherfuck your sympathy

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

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Ca$h Out – Creed Lyrics

[Hook]
Feel good when your money up
Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn’t believe
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
100 bitches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans

[Verse 1]
I was posted on the curbs
These bitches gettin’ on my nerves
My shooters they ready to purge
I did it, I whip it and serve
Crime pay all my luxury
[?] right next to me
I know that you wanna stand next to me
I know that you wantin’ the recipe
I was rollin’ with extensions
I was just rollin’ through the trenches
I was cookin’ in the ditches
Made a junkie cookin’ dishes
But you know I ain’t trippin’, yeah you gotta see my vision
Yeah, they talkin’ like this you gotta stand in the kitchen
I know you niggas really wishin’
I know you wanna catch me slippin’
I know you wanna see me fall off
But you see me in a new Bentley

[Hook]
Feel good when your money up
Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn’t believe
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
100 bitches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans

[Bridge]
Got the money in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
Know these bitches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Invitation to The White House
Cops ran in my white house
Blowbama meets Obama
History you can’t whiteout
Baltimore pull your bikes out
Mafia like 3-6
I can sell it for the 30 piece
Cut the brick up with the remix
They be talkin’ at the [?]
I can tell you ’bout the G6
They can tell you when the drought come
I can tell you when the keys hit
Never did I own a V6
Shit, I started in the V8
You was cool sellin’ 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight
Call the lord when I need faith
Call your bitch when I need face
Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space
Luther Campbell, if you need bass
Bench pressing like I free weight
‘Case the FED’s wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid
Yea

[Hook]
Feel good when your money up
Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn’t believe
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
100 bitches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans

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Creed – Cash Out feat. Pusha T lyrics

Lyrics Cash Out – Creed

Feel good when your money up
Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn’t believe
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
100 b*tches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans.

I was posted on the curbs
These b*tches gettin’ on my nerves
My shooters they ready to purge
I did it, I whip it and serve
Crime pay all my luxury
.. right next to me
I know that you wanna stand next to me
I know that you wantin’ the recipe
I was rollin’ with extensions
I was just rollin’ through the trenches
I was cookin’ in the ditches
Made a junkie cookin’ dishes
But you know I ain’t trippin’, yeah you gotta see my vision
Yeah, they talkin’ like this you gotta stand in the kitchen
I know you niggas really wishin’
I know you wanna catch me slippin’
I know you wanna see me fall off
But you see me in a new Bentley.

Feel good when your money up
Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn’t believe
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
100 b*tches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans.

Got the money in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
Know these b*tches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeans.

Invitation to The White House
Cops ran in my white house
Blowbama meets Obama
History you can’t whiteout
Baltimore pull your bikes out
Mafia like 3-6
I can sell it for the 30 piece
Cut the brick up with the remix
They be talkin’ at the ..
I can tell you ’bout the G6
They can tell you when the drought come
I can tell you when the keys hit
Never did I own a V6
Shit, I started in the V8
You was cool sellin’ 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight
Call the lord when I need faith
Call your b*tch when I need face
Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space
Luther Campbell, if you need bass
Bench pressing like I free weight
‘Case the FED’s wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid
Yeaaa.

Feel good when your money up
Stuffin’ your pockets with hundred bucks
I sit back and roll up the trees
I swear that they didn’t believe
I’m sprayin’ my body with Creed
100 b*tches feel the breeze
Got the trappin’ in my jeans
Got the money in my jeansss.
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