YUNG GRIZZ lyrics : "Cameras"
the kinda guy that'd be hitting on models at designer shows
the best of the best and honestly you stepping on my damn toes
ain't the way to go so you best jet
i swear i'm so swelly, xaphoon you crazy
knockin on the beat like chris brown's ex-lady
yea, i know that was un-called for
but half of the things i say are just that damn raw
yung grizzly bear, shout out to the hipsters
spread that nutella on your bread and just take a picture
i blossom on the track, call it rose music
i was blessed with a dope flow and chose to use it
to the best of my abilities, i'm iller see
the music that i make is doper then you just pretend to be
yea, and please no cameras
i'm about to get buck on this beat like some antlers
(Chorus)
please bring the beat back i wasn't done yet
saying yung grizz over is to farfetched
you clucking like a rooster, you a chickenhead
thinking to myself damn this must be in a chicken den
i swear i'm truthfully the dopest around
flow so fly, i still hold down the ground
but i beat down the beat call it ground and sound
and if don't pick up the phone hold down the pound
uh, flow so tight, virgin
and you know i speak the truth, eric sermon
and i get rid of wack rappers vermin
throw them in the snake pit and get all squirming
yung grizz is on a diet, peanut butter swell
xaph and chiddy are the chefs so i cook it
yea, and please no cameras
vacation rap so i have no plans with ya
(chorus)
yea, and i promise i'ma take it there
take it to the sky, i always fly when i hit a snare
yea, and i promise i'ma take it there
take it to the sky, i always fly when i hit a snare
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