CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Grimey Story
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big sh*t real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
n***as sick as f**k, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy [?] on, walking down to Melrose (That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
Moncler on me, it was freezing (It was cold though)
n***as started telling in the precinct (My own bro)
Age of eighteen, was whippin' European (I swear)
In the back, Glock with the demon (The demon)
Mama went to parent teacher meetings (At Hillcrest)
Man, my math teacher, she ain't know me (She ain't know Sharc)
(Yeah), I do math, ho (I do math, n***a)
b*t*h, I make the slabs go, I be wearin' Raf clothes (Yeah, yeah)
I be duckin' task force, auntie at the back door (I love her)
Yeah, we sell it buck naked, in the flame they buck naked
Lil' boy, I'm a loccster, you a jokester
She say her throat hurt, she is not a throat goat (No, no)
Put her in a Uber (A Uber)
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big sh*t real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
n***as sick as f**k, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy [?] on, walking down to Melrose (That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
We screamin' "Free Rowdy," he told y'all 'bout computer
Yeah, play a middle man, tryna tax, you get crossed out
Supreme duffle bag, I was walkin' out the plug house
That statement floatin' 'round that Instagram, now you [?] out
n***as rob the spot, he ain't do sh*t, he just got cameras now
Two hundred K bale and it came, you was not there
n***a talkin' stupid 'til you throw 'em off the top tier
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big sh*t real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
n***as sick as f**k, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy [?] on, walking down to Melrose (That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big sh*t real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
n***as sick as f**k, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy [?] on, walking down to Melrose (That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
Moncler on me, it was freezing (It was cold though)
n***as started telling in the precinct (My own bro)
Age of eighteen, was whippin' European (I swear)
In the back, Glock with the demon (The demon)
Mama went to parent teacher meetings (At Hillcrest)
Man, my math teacher, she ain't know me (She ain't know Sharc)
(Yeah), I do math, ho (I do math, n***a)
b*t*h, I make the slabs go, I be wearin' Raf clothes (Yeah, yeah)
I be duckin' task force, auntie at the back door (I love her)
Yeah, we sell it buck naked, in the flame they buck naked
Lil' boy, I'm a loccster, you a jokester
She say her throat hurt, she is not a throat goat (No, no)
Put her in a Uber (A Uber)
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big sh*t real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
n***as sick as f**k, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy [?] on, walking down to Melrose (That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
We screamin' "Free Rowdy," he told y'all 'bout computer
Yeah, play a middle man, tryna tax, you get crossed out
Supreme duffle bag, I was walkin' out the plug house
That statement floatin' 'round that Instagram, now you [?] out
n***as rob the spot, he ain't do sh*t, he just got cameras now
Two hundred K bale and it came, you was not there
n***a talkin' stupid 'til you throw 'em off the top tier
Mm, grimy, real
Mm, this a grimy story, for real
This big sh*t real, boy, think about your kinfolk (For real)
Like a pair of Crocs, teccy got the air holes (For real)
n***as sick as f**k, I be in the hills though (Man, for real)
Big Givenchy [?] on, walking down to Melrose (That's love)
'Member runnin', jumping fences, scraped my elbow (Southside)
went back in that trap, I stayed ten toes
