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grabba leaf - vl deck lyrics

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[hook]
fo’ grams stuffed in a grabba leaf
n*gga i’m the man, you can f*ckin’ see
i got gaffles bussin’ out my pocket
i shot straight to the top like a rocket

[?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell i’m it
i got old cougar b*tches with me and they real thicc
i’m the man ho, go ask your mans ho
i use to front him packs, in front the corner store
[verse]
i’m a real big dawg n*gga, you a f*ckin’ poodle
i got choppas on deck, my partna hit you with the uzi
k!ll tec on deck, came with a cooler
i’m the motherf*ckin giant in my hood, i move some*

get a n*gga whacked, amen, i got bands ho
givenchy for the kick, jean suit* two grand ho
real trappa on the daily, b*tch you know i’m blowing cho
money ain’t a thang, i go spend it then i get some mo
once i point the choppa, imma hit him
i ain’t playin, p*ssy

i’m greasin up the sticks
when i hit it i won’t miss
i’m a kryptonite shooter, since he think he clark kent
oh you superman? i got something* stop his whole life span

[hook]
fo’ grams stuffed in a grabba leaf
n*gga i’m the man, you can f*ckin’ see
i got gaffles bussin’ out my pocket
i shot straight to the top like a rocket

[?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell i’m it
i got old cougar b*tches with me and they real thicc
i’m the man ho, go ask your mans ho
i use to front him packs, in front the corner store
[verse]
so they wave they white flags
check the score and we can brag
another man down, the choppa rearrange his brave racks
i know your thoughts out your mouth, gunplay gunplay
i’m on that bullsh*t i ain’t lyin

i put that on my twelve [?] and all my sticks i got at the house
you bring me out’chere, it’s up, i ain’t playin with ya dawg
i’m tryna pin you to the pavement, [?]
i walk down the hazard tint

don’t play with me boy, i’m not a rookie
i’m a rifle slanga’, these bullets in this b*tch cooked him
coulda been faster, he coulda shook it
he look back, knocked his grill crooked
448s what i spin to get n*ggas smushed
smooth operator boy you dealin with a big crook

i’m livin what i talk so don’t test me and try to challenge this
it ain’t fair to die and leave your family over a rap diss
insurance ain’t paid, n*ggas thuggin, and they broke as sh*t

[hook]
fo’ grams stuffed in a grabba leaf
n*gga i’m the man, you can f*ckin’ see
i got gaffles bussin’ out my pocket
i shot straight to the top like a rocket
[?] on my neck and wrist, you can tell i’m it
i got old cougar b*tches with me and they real thicc
i’m the man ho, go ask your mans ho
i use to front him packs, in front the corner store

- vl deck lyrics

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