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Granny baby chords by Eighty8

  • Em

  • D

  • G

Verse 1
Em
Digga,
digga, know you in that red zone
We got the law, you not niggas,
finna slide
Why?
Big
Ape shit, nobody safe, nigga
Sittin' still on the track
They like, get that boy unleashed
Lil' one, get this off of me
D
Em
Can't let him do me like no dog
And let no pussy's auction me
D
Em
They chargin' me for larceny
Pullin' stains and robberies
D
They say I break this harmony
Em
DA won't do all for me
But that
Rico dodgin' me
I pay my lawyer to buy them weed
PPP no fraud for me
30 shots, ain't dodgin' these
PPV, they watchin' me
Why you like this,
I got lots of reasons
Remember me broke for
lots of seasons
That's why I'm fronting
G
lots of demons
Em
Ayy, we gon' send a n***a up
Right there where your dog at
Greg
Dickens, pay it, n***a
Know my gang with all that
N****s short in the head
Before they slide, know what we call that
G
Get my shots, she pisses in the low
Em
That's why you fallin' with a mame
Hanging with the robbers,
they corrupt the
Granite, baby
Used to think knowledge, now they hollin'
I be 80
Where I'm from, you slash your body
They gon' treat you like you
Jay- Z I think about murder daily
Nah, for real, I'm playin',
don't seein' no doubt
I'm this,
this close to stoppin'
Say somethin' wrong with me,
cause sticks and blitz
To me, they sound like opera
Ace and nacho, way good steak
and lobster
Killas on my roster,
can't nothin' stop us
Five- star diner, we talk bodies over pasta
Big ol'
Nazis, shots, he box us
Put this on, and I bet it's lockin'
I love that smell, like I smell a prophet
Me too, don't,
so the way they knockin'
Cash, money, bread,
all four in my pockets
Hunnid and slim,
bought me two watches
Papers and boxes
Told me to stand on their biz
And fuck them niggas, we
Nazis
Shit get deep, nigga
Know you in that red zone
We got the loan,
you not niggas finna slide
Yeah, that shit get deep,
that go another nigga headstone
They like he brazy, got that
bread and lost his mind
They like he highly active, still in traffic,
so more bays than bowls
Lil' serve the masses and he taxin'
this shit on the floor
I'm sellin'
Tito jet right now,
till that mic come off the road
I'm on that lil' jet right now,
they keep slicin' up the phones
We were right when we was wrong,
them indictment papers long
Lil' one put a nigga up,
he said he had to make his bones
I bought him home,
a guy like this was sellin' packs and crackin' thongs
Won't be safe out here,
don't say my name in songs
We gon' send a n***a up
Right there where your dog at
Greg
Dickens, paid n***a, know my
gang with all that
N****s showin' they hand before they slide,
know what we call that
G
Get my shite, see bitches sittin' low,
Em
that's why you fallin'
Where they made me,
hangin' with the robbers
They corrupted, granted, baby
Used to think they knowledge,
now they hollin'
I big 80, where I'm from,
you slide your body
They gon' treat you like you
Jay- Z
I think about murder daily
You gon' make me tell
your dog and them
Nepal bears
I let my nuts,
ain't say don't nothin' but the law scare
Someone is convicted, two strikers,
but we all care
Consequence of dissin', keep on rappin',
get y all bare
I ain't the type to joke,
I put your head up for purchase
D
Em
Last they heard of him,
said he was dissin' me in verses
Heard he caught a hundred round,
body flip from the inertia
Used to wake up from the sounds
of the older niggas purge
And we gon' send a nigga up
Right there where your dog at
Greg
Dickin'
Payne nigga,
know my gang with all that
Niggas showin' they hand before they slap,
know what we call that
Get my sassy bitch to sit in the low,
that's what you for
Look at what it made me,
hanging with the robbers
They corrupted, granted, baby
Used to dealing dollars,
now they hollering, I big 80
Where I'm from, you slashed your body
They gon' treat you like you
Jay- Z
I think about murder, dang it
Look at what it made me,
hanging with the robbers
They corrupted, granted, baby
Used to dealing dollars,
now they hollering, I big 80
Where I'm from, you slashed your body
They gon' treat you like you
Jay- Z
I think about murder, dang it
You
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