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Tee Grizzley

Thanksgiving

 

Thanksgiving


(What Up Antt)
Oh yeah
It's a whole nigga Thanksgiving
You know what that means?
It's time to feed the streets

They say money is the root of all evil (oh that's what they said)
Okay, tell that to the fam
Being broke is the root of all evil
Cuz a broke nigga see us he's gonna try and rob and end up getting blammed
Thanksgiving, HoneyBaked, you know I go ham
SRT or Bentley truck, I just might go Lamb
Your bitch she on wrestle but got to get slam
Give me soul food vibe, cuz these niggas sweet as yams
Fourth quarter pass me the rock you bet I cut ya
We know everybody ain't gon like us so the fuck what
You just wanna hear yourself talk; shut the fuck up
Bitch I'm feeling D might catch me in the Benz buffed up
Niggas think we set the deck but just how we was dealt nigga
I can't take no hoes home that shit will get you killed
Never been a broke hating ass nigga how that feel
They some killers in their songs we gon kill their ass for real
They don't like my hood when I see them bet I throw it up
Learned my lesson fucking with new niggas is a no for us
If I give this lil bitch my number bet she'll blow it up
Brown Rolls truck white guts call it coconut (gangsta gangsta)
I bet you can't name a drug my niggas cannot flew
I don't care what kind of pants they is my money cannot fit
When I see niggas with their bitch they should be looking lit
I want do them niggas let them know their hoes was on my dick
My chain so heavy I can take it off and beat you with it
Don't give a fuck if niggas strapped cuz we ain't leaving with it
The goal is to get out the trenches, not just me my nigga
But everybody that I love so let's complete the mission

Bag touch (bag her) you sold out (sold out)
Told brodie you showing out
Ride with 100 pounds call it rolling loud
Should be gone in a week, trap be going wild (you ready?)
Bad bitch (bad bitch), poke it out (come here)
They ain't know you the ones but they know it now (I bet you)
Our crib (that's the house) scope it out (lay on it)
Whoever walk outside first is blown down (boop boop boop)

What up Antt
You know me
Mr. Thanksgiving

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?