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Grammy Video (MV)




Performed By: Soul the American Dream
Length: 3:14
Written by: Soul the American Dream




Soul the American Dream - Grammy Lyrics




(Hook)
Do it for all family
Do it for Granny
Did it for all for the Nanny
Do it for Grammy

(Verse 1)
Aye niggas gon mention the boy
How do you mess with this boy
Think it's a game, think of controls, think that Tetris boy
Pretty boy like I'm Floyd
Something's can't avoid
Stay in lane, stay with unit, catch me banking like Lloyd
Daniel keeping that 30 on em, damn shooting like Troy
In my city, I'm the man, f*ck you officer Roy......
Slaving us & hate us
Using us don't pay us
Leaving tips, like Waiters
For my cousin, that Anthony Davis......
Niggas what we came for, and no no backing it out
On my momma, I'm getting the clout
In my casa, that is the house
I'm a hustla, what's that is about
Nicky Barnes, now that's is a mouse
Angels all around me, in the outfield, now that is a Troute
Matt Ryan, that Julio, them dirty birds, moving in the south
TLC, no water falls, that old Wayne, now that is drought........
(Aye)

(Hook)
Do it all for the family
Do it all for the Granny
Do it all for Grammy

(Verse 2)
Damn, How they gon mention now
Do what I want, you do what's aloud
Bad & Boujee, my life's a movie, that James Brown, I'm black & proud.......
Blue da Vinci, I need the pieces
Crucify for me, like Jesus
Blood diamonds, stole pyramid bricks, rock as a chain, I got from Egypt.........
Woah, drug money the road
Don't respect you, you told
Move silence, stay low
Head high, chin & nose.......
Momma told me don't worry
Warrior, Steph Curry
Free my niggas, that Jury
Cole world, Big Sherly.......
Money & violence, we come from the slumps
Some of the family, they stay on the runs
Stressing so much, that they blowing they lungs
Terror your squad, I feel like I'm Pun.......
You know this already, you know this already
You acting me questions, you know this already
Headshots, they aiming, for eddies
Up the kitchen, they crokette, like Betty......
Woah, you don't know what I know
Woah, you don't know where I go
Woah, you don't know this road
Woah, you don't know about Soul

(Hook)
Do it for all family
Do it for Granny
Did it for all for the Nanny
Do it for Grammy
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(Hook)
Do it for all family
Do it for Granny
Did it for all for the Nanny
Do it for Grammy

(Verse 1)
Aye niggas gon mention the boy
How do you mess with this boy
Think it's a game, think of controls, think that Tetris boy
Pretty boy like I'm Floyd
Something's can't avoid
Stay in lane, stay with unit, catch me banking like Lloyd
Daniel keeping that 30 on em, damn shooting like Troy
In my city, I'm the man, f*ck you officer Roy......
Slaving us & hate us
Using us don't pay us
Leaving tips, like Waiters
For my cousin, that Anthony Davis......
Niggas what we came for, and no no backing it out
On my momma, I'm getting the clout
In my casa, that is the house
I'm a hustla, what's that is about
Nicky Barnes, now that's is a mouse
Angels all around me, in the outfield, now that is a Troute
Matt Ryan, that Julio, them dirty birds, moving in the south
TLC, no water falls, that old Wayne, now that is drought........
(Aye)

(Hook)
Do it all for the family
Do it all for the Granny
Do it all for Grammy

(Verse 2)
Damn, How they gon mention now
Do what I want, you do what's aloud
Bad & Boujee, my life's a movie, that James Brown, I'm black & proud.......
Blue da Vinci, I need the pieces
Crucify for me, like Jesus
Blood diamonds, stole pyramid bricks, rock as a chain, I got from Egypt.........
Woah, drug money the road
Don't respect you, you told
Move silence, stay low
Head high, chin & nose.......
Momma told me don't worry
Warrior, Steph Curry
Free my niggas, that Jury
Cole world, Big Sherly.......
Money & violence, we come from the slumps
Some of the family, they stay on the runs
Stressing so much, that they blowing they lungs
Terror your squad, I feel like I'm Pun.......
You know this already, you know this already
You acting me questions, you know this already
Headshots, they aiming, for eddies
Up the kitchen, they crokette, like Betty......
Woah, you don't know what I know
Woah, you don't know where I go
Woah, you don't know this road
Woah, you don't know about Soul

(Hook)
Do it for all family
Do it for Granny
Did it for all for the Nanny
Do it for Grammy
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Writer: Soul the American Dream
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