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Tee Grizzley - B Legit Lyrics



Tee Grizzley - B Legit Lyrics
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[ Featuring Skilla Baby ]

Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
Brodie off a E with a forty, bitch, we sick with it
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I'm a million dollar nigga, what's a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business
Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it

This that diamond link bracelet on, bust Patek money
This that buy a new house just so I can stash the money
This the back then they didn't want me, I ain't have no money
This the gun I blew him down with, bro, go hide it for me
This the type of shit get a young nigga rich
I'm a young nigga, but I don't do young nigga shit
Plain Presi, bust Patek, AP for my bitch
When we walk in a room, they know me and Tee rich
Used to wanna be rich, now I'm rich than a bitch
So much ice on my neck, look like four niggas kits
I ain't got nothin', nothin' for a poor nigga bitch
I get money, if it don't make no dollars, it don't make no sense

This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I'm a million dollar nigga, what's a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business
Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it (oh, yeah)

You look stupid in the club, muggin' as my money fall on you
F*ck if you been hoopin' all your life, I still'll ball on you
Niggas icy, walkin' into Zeidman's 'bout to pawn somethin'
Everything in this Bentley mine except for dog woman
Turntest in the city, boy, that's me and SB
And my shooter turnt, he done cooked more shit than Chef Cleaz
Tell the army send these niggas vests for they head please
Clickin' on my page the only time these niggas press me, ayy
Mansion in the hills, million dollar deals
Nigga lit off sayin' my name, I should send his team a bill
Been them niggas since I was King Tee and bro was Skills
And we show off for these hoes, ayy, give me change for some M's

This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I'm a million dollar nigga, what's a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business
Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it
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Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
Brodie off a E with a forty, bitch, we sick with it
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I'm a million dollar nigga, what's a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business
Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it

This that diamond link bracelet on, bust Patek money
This that buy a new house just so I can stash the money
This the back then they didn't want me, I ain't have no money
This the gun I blew him down with, bro, go hide it for me
This the type of shit get a young nigga rich
I'm a young nigga, but I don't do young nigga shit
Plain Presi, bust Patek, AP for my bitch
When we walk in a room, they know me and Tee rich
Used to wanna be rich, now I'm rich than a bitch
So much ice on my neck, look like four niggas kits
I ain't got nothin', nothin' for a poor nigga bitch
I get money, if it don't make no dollars, it don't make no sense

This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I'm a million dollar nigga, what's a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business
Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it (oh, yeah)

You look stupid in the club, muggin' as my money fall on you
F*ck if you been hoopin' all your life, I still'll ball on you
Niggas icy, walkin' into Zeidman's 'bout to pawn somethin'
Everything in this Bentley mine except for dog woman
Turntest in the city, boy, that's me and SB
And my shooter turnt, he done cooked more shit than Chef Cleaz
Tell the army send these niggas vests for they head please
Clickin' on my page the only time these niggas press me, ayy
Mansion in the hills, million dollar deals
Nigga lit off sayin' my name, I should send his team a bill
Been them niggas since I was King Tee and bro was Skills
And we show off for these hoes, ayy, give me change for some M's

This a box of bowls, not a five dollar bag
I'm a million dollar nigga, what's a hundred thousand dollar stash?
This ain't no lil' boy money, boy, this big business
Wanna f*ck with me, you gotta be legit, I'm sick with it
This that put your mask on when you scale this
Gotta have clientele if you wanna sell this
This that stack the paper up taller than a mountain
This that hire my accountant just to help me count it
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Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Tee Grizzley
Featuring: Skilla Baby
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Terry Sanchez Wallace, Trevon Gardner

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