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Tee Grizzley - We Dem Lyrics



Tee Grizzley - We Dem Lyrics
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(Wheezy outta here)
Okay, okay
I f*ck with the strippers, they know I be spendin', we both play with poles
These niggas should've been soccer players how they try to block a nigga goals
Car greet me when I'm in the Rolls
Got ten baddies, they ready to go (ah)

We got unlimited ammo on niggas (unlimited)
Lil' bro gon' pop out and go Rambo on niggas (boom, boom)
I should've got into wrestlin', nigga
I'm back to back slammin' the baddest of bitches (slam shit)
Back on a mission, crack on addition (yeah)
Scales in the kitchen (yeah), foreigns in the trenches (yeah)
Spoil my missus (yeah), baddies on Finsta (yeah)
Coolin' with killers (yeah), built-in switches (bitch)
Rich nigga, I got a big house
Still chopped it up with the fiends at the nic' house (the fiends)
Me and bro ridin', he got the stick out
Send a nigga to the sunken place if he get out (if he get out)
Happy Father's Day, niggas my mini me's
Why I gotta beg this nigga bitch to leave? (Get the f*ck on)
Lil' bro vegan, but he love beefin'
Come and pop the shit out you like chicken grease (bop)

One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (that's a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (they skinny)
One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (ah)

Nigga don't like me, probably got a ho and I took her
I run with them killers and pushers (hustlers)
She wanna f*ck with a GG, nigga, we run shit, of course I understood her (a-duh)
Nigga sneak diss me in that prison around the wrong nigga
He gettin' his ass butchered (kill him)
In the back of the 'Bach with the cushions (the cushions)
Boy, that dog shit longer than Woodward (that's Woodward)
Ayy, that dog shit longer than Michigan Ave
I see why these niggas be mad (I see it)
Don't be stupid though, and try to take shit
Boy, your best bet is to get you a bag (get some money)
Just think about it, when you get home
You don't want three or four niggas outside
Or when you in traffic, just mindin' your business
They get on the side, they throwin' your ride, nigga (boom)

One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (that's a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (they skinny)
One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (they skinny)
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(Wheezy outta here)
Okay, okay
I f*ck with the strippers, they know I be spendin', we both play with poles
These niggas should've been soccer players how they try to block a nigga goals
Car greet me when I'm in the Rolls
Got ten baddies, they ready to go (ah)

We got unlimited ammo on niggas (unlimited)
Lil' bro gon' pop out and go Rambo on niggas (boom, boom)
I should've got into wrestlin', nigga
I'm back to back slammin' the baddest of bitches (slam shit)
Back on a mission, crack on addition (yeah)
Scales in the kitchen (yeah), foreigns in the trenches (yeah)
Spoil my missus (yeah), baddies on Finsta (yeah)
Coolin' with killers (yeah), built-in switches (bitch)
Rich nigga, I got a big house
Still chopped it up with the fiends at the nic' house (the fiends)
Me and bro ridin', he got the stick out
Send a nigga to the sunken place if he get out (if he get out)
Happy Father's Day, niggas my mini me's
Why I gotta beg this nigga bitch to leave? (Get the f*ck on)
Lil' bro vegan, but he love beefin'
Come and pop the shit out you like chicken grease (bop)

One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (that's a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (they skinny)
One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (ah)

Nigga don't like me, probably got a ho and I took her
I run with them killers and pushers (hustlers)
She wanna f*ck with a GG, nigga, we run shit, of course I understood her (a-duh)
Nigga sneak diss me in that prison around the wrong nigga
He gettin' his ass butchered (kill him)
In the back of the 'Bach with the cushions (the cushions)
Boy, that dog shit longer than Woodward (that's Woodward)
Ayy, that dog shit longer than Michigan Ave
I see why these niggas be mad (I see it)
Don't be stupid though, and try to take shit
Boy, your best bet is to get you a bag (get some money)
Just think about it, when you get home
You don't want three or four niggas outside
Or when you in traffic, just mindin' your business
They get on the side, they throwin' your ride, nigga (boom)

One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (that's a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (they skinny)
One hundred, two hundred, I'm him (I'm him)
Five hundred, six hundred, a M (a M)
You was lookin' for them niggas? We them (we them)
Niggas need to feed they pockets, they slim (they skinny)
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Writer: Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: Tee Grizzley
From Album: Post Traumatic
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr., Wesley Tyler Glass
Year: 2024

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