Lyrics:
yea I'm light years and finally caught a
Buzz
Oh shit it's your chick on my line asking for a little wine followed by a good time
And I'm
Primed to give
get my dreams custom made like Prada
Maybe one or two shows out up in Ghana
Knew it was coming but this shit took me by surprise
Boy don dey hustle
something crazy
Everybody wanted to know what I would do if I didn't win
I guess we'll never know
Inspired by one of my friends think they mans can lock me
No
Yeah I go by the name Giddyup
Beatboxx
Eeeyy go
One day I'll cop a Grammy
Celebrate with my family
Ama Go Cop my girl that whip she like
Shopping
sound slappy
Yall missing like Grammys
I don't know why joy is attached with taking xannies
Making a new plan by putting on the table a red origami
Eating
knows
Niggas talking that talk, come up missing, unknown
1100, I'm living and dying by codes
Undefeated, speechless, get the Grammys and go
May stop being
of the business till my family’s straight
I need a grammy to put up on my mantle comin next year
If I’m goin ghost again a classic gets the all clear
Life it’s
I'm learning the ropes
But I got the game by a noose
I said
Y'all ain't fuckin ready for what
I am letting loose
I know
Y'all don't see my vision
But
and they see the goal
Feel like Saitama I be the GOAT
By using one finger to feed the four
Riding round the city, uh
Top down, blowing weed smoke
sitting back in recline
When I get a Grammy I'ma only credit the squad
'Cause we been working too hard to share the credit with God
Shit's a hell
you smoking grams, I'm smoking into the Grammys
Say you got them bars, but all I see is candy
Still you came through so low-key, think you understand,
out to them fucking haters hey
Thanks for watching, expanded my options
Speaking to my family like a "Bobby what the stock is?"
Going to the Grammys
Ahh yah go
Falz the bad guy is in the building by the way
Check ahn I do it I do it I do it
Go go go go ahn yeah
I do this for the telli do this for
searchin' in that section (Uptons)
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that
And oh they know
Could tell this VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and it's all about money
And who am I
a Grammy
Motion pictures painted, you ain't in it
Powered by the dollars, can't evade it
Did it since a jit, I can't explain it
Do it 'til it's over, I'm
phone keeps on ringin
Freddy Krueger in your dreams, no, it ain't no way you sleepin
Music's on the rise if you never changed, you'd be by my side like
'bout to blow by no accidents
And that's a big fat promise
I'm not sorry for the future Grammys and the Oscars
I'm not sorry for my beautiful wife
popped, popped by punk punk punk
She wants a piece of me, I just want to keep the peace
I submit my Jesus piece, Allah has got a plan for me
I'm the type
And the Grammy goes to
Kaykiss ma pa mi nah
Fine girl na you sabi na
Nor go gree i nor go gree for them
Tell me one reason baby
I dey your reason
are the cast
I tell you one thing we ain't coming last
I'mma need all your Oscar's
All your Grammys
You're still at home chilling in your jammies
Just graduated and you barely made it
That don't mean much to you
Can tell by your conversation that's why you contemplating
And the job search is
when you see me drive by
Baby better holla at your boy
Lowkey but we finna make noise
Issa new key for a Nigga new toy
So I’m probably bussin out
mi chuj mówił w czym piorę i co jem
To co wiem spoko jest brat na tyle
By sięgać do lodówki co godzinę
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