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Telly (feat. SusGod) Video (MV)




Performed By: GranpapiDee
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Cameron Smith-Poe, DeAnthony Nichols




GranpapiDee - Telly (feat. SusGod) Lyrics




Come meet me at the telly
No phone calls no sections at the telly
I'm stepping in my
My VVS shining don't you tell me
Watch me just hop in the lamb
Skirt skirt out the way
I'm counting my backins all day
I'm telling that bitch bring the weight

Remember them summer old days
Smoking on woods to the face
Free my lil bro, beat the case
Hope my momma still good
Take me back to the hood, yay
Can't go back to the hood
Member in them days, wasn't good
Nah nah
Sleeping on the floor as a young nigga
Trying to hit the couches as I could
Woah woah
I was in the backend, trapping
F*ck a bad bitch now I'm laughing
Yeah yeah
$350 for an O tryna be the plug but I'm taxing
Now all yall wack niggas waxin.

Come meet me at the telly
No phone calls no sections at the telly
I'm stepping in my
My VVS shining don't you tell me
Watch me just hop in the lamb
Skirt skirt out the way
I'm counting my backins all day
I'm telling that bitch bring the weight

I know you lil pussies wanna take my flow
SusGod says
"Oh, oh no"
I stay on my ten toes
You know a young nigga never fold

Imma talk big talk cause I walk big walk
Back up you girl
Tryna break her jaw, on my dick
Had to stall, had that bitch up in a stall
Broke it open over porcelain
Right back to the trap I grit for the kin
If you on my side we eating, feasting
Grass ain't greener than
The other side
We supposed to be brothers, why
I hear you say some shit
Now I'm second guessing if you lied
I can't be mistaken, my kindness
For shit else, but my weakness
I don't want addressed your Highness
Cause the gospel I'm preaching
I seen you slipping
Can't even get a holler
You tripping Midwest reppin
On the Souls I'll pop my collar
Look the other way
Confrontation not his strong suite
But people person, confused what new emotions gone do
I don't know you
Any pussy tripping steppin, talkin, won't stick
Even if you brought the glue pussy jit.

Come meet me at the telly
No phone calls no sections at the telly
I'm stepping in my
My VVS shining don't you tell me
Watch me just hop in the lamb
Skirt skirt out the way
I'm counting my backins all day
I'm telling that bitch bring the weight
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English

Come meet me at the telly
No phone calls no sections at the telly
I'm stepping in my
My VVS shining don't you tell me
Watch me just hop in the lamb
Skirt skirt out the way
I'm counting my backins all day
I'm telling that bitch bring the weight

Remember them summer old days
Smoking on woods to the face
Free my lil bro, beat the case
Hope my momma still good
Take me back to the hood, yay
Can't go back to the hood
Member in them days, wasn't good
Nah nah
Sleeping on the floor as a young nigga
Trying to hit the couches as I could
Woah woah
I was in the backend, trapping
F*ck a bad bitch now I'm laughing
Yeah yeah
$350 for an O tryna be the plug but I'm taxing
Now all yall wack niggas waxin.

Come meet me at the telly
No phone calls no sections at the telly
I'm stepping in my
My VVS shining don't you tell me
Watch me just hop in the lamb
Skirt skirt out the way
I'm counting my backins all day
I'm telling that bitch bring the weight

I know you lil pussies wanna take my flow
SusGod says
"Oh, oh no"
I stay on my ten toes
You know a young nigga never fold

Imma talk big talk cause I walk big walk
Back up you girl
Tryna break her jaw, on my dick
Had to stall, had that bitch up in a stall
Broke it open over porcelain
Right back to the trap I grit for the kin
If you on my side we eating, feasting
Grass ain't greener than
The other side
We supposed to be brothers, why
I hear you say some shit
Now I'm second guessing if you lied
I can't be mistaken, my kindness
For shit else, but my weakness
I don't want addressed your Highness
Cause the gospel I'm preaching
I seen you slipping
Can't even get a holler
You tripping Midwest reppin
On the Souls I'll pop my collar
Look the other way
Confrontation not his strong suite
But people person, confused what new emotions gone do
I don't know you
Any pussy tripping steppin, talkin, won't stick
Even if you brought the glue pussy jit.

Come meet me at the telly
No phone calls no sections at the telly
I'm stepping in my
My VVS shining don't you tell me
Watch me just hop in the lamb
Skirt skirt out the way
I'm counting my backins all day
I'm telling that bitch bring the weight
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Writer: Cameron Smith-Poe, DeAnthony Nichols
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