Lil Yachty, Tee Grizzley - From the D to the A 2 lyrics

Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.

Terry Sanchez Wallace

[Lil Yachty, Tee Grizzley - From the D to the A 2 lyrics]

Oh shit, I just hit a boss bitch
Play soft with her
Just to give her hard dick real dawg
When I walk you can see the paw prints
Heard a nigga beat her ass
Don't be hittin' our bitch, nigga
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
D to the A, Tree from the Bay
Got a freak in LA, flew her to me today
Me and Boat still locked in
Ain't shit changed pint talk, nigga
We got more sixteens than a tenth grade
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

I'm a bitch breaker, move like The Undertaker
Grippin' on my blick in the
Crib in the elevator
Move with the amputators
Rap niggas animators talkin' like thеy hard
On the net they just commеntators
My niggas is confiscators, take
Your lil' chain, pawn
I'm in that lil' Ghost, I'm in that lil' don
I'm in that lil' pussy
Shit feelin' like a lil' pond tryna rob
You get shot soon as you steppin' on my lawn
Ah, boy be gone fucked her so good she went
'head and turned blonde
So she felt like a new person (O oh)
Don't stop suckin' when I'm burstin', bitch
I reimbursed you

Aight, last night I broke a
Bitch back and a bed
These lil' niggas do more cap shit than licks
Stacks so thick
It's to the point I can't spread
Jumped on the jet
That's the nation off the grid
Ayy, let a nigga play me like a bitch
It can't happen (At all)
Whole lot of blood on my piece
The chain graphic
Choppa spit that fire good
It can train dragons
Brodie get that blue cheese off the green
It ain't salad hood bitch
But she actin' like she ain't ratchet
Bust a nut on where she
Got her nigga name tatted
Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
Brain splatter i'm American
But I fry your taco like I'm Spanish

Habla no ingle mamacita
Boat won't spend one dollar on a puta
Booyah, run around we might shoot ya'
My niggas take your plate for the mula
Shoutout Meech on Mars that's my nigga
(Slatt)
One-eighty cash for Bentley truck, go figure
Lean, not no liquor, it's all in her liver
She leanin' i love God
But I be movin' 'round like a Demon

Pull up in some European, fuck up Niemens
Probably with a bad bitch that's Indonesian
Fuck a restuarant
You hungry bitch? Then eat the semen
(Suck it)
You know I'm fresh up out the streets
I'm from that cement
And my city bankrupt, they see a foreign
Then they know it's mine
If I die, my niggas did it
'cause my opps don't come outside
A westside nigga fuckin' eastside bitches
(All of 'em) you weren't in that field, I
Just looked at the attendance, nigga

From the state of Georgia to Michigan
Got my brodie five bands not to mention men
My niggas wipe your plate like it's Wimbledon
Boat emblem, rims tall as a grembelin
In Atlanta with that tomahawk, no Indians
I won't slime on my dawgs for the dividends
But I slime up that bitch
Better not let me in
Better tell a friend I'm not
Real like an alien

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