paroles de chanson Granny Crib - Lil Durk
Came
a
long
way
to
a
mansion
crib
I
had
roaches
out
my
granny
crib
Jumped
into
the
streets
on
accident
Police
snatched
me
up
they
better
not
ask
me
shit
I
don't
want
no
Quads
I
want
some
Actavis
I
bet
that
nigga
won't
lack
again
Remember
I
had
them
2 for
10s
Put
me
on
child
support
you
better
not
ask
for
shit
On
my
dead
body
I
remember
wakin'
up
and
seeing
a
dead
body
And
I
can't
go
back
on
my
word
that's
on
my
dead
body
Don't
come
to
my
funeral
crying
ova
my
dead
body
And
I
ain't
gon'
pick
you
out
I'm
talking
'bout
everybody
I
remember
selling
weed
inside
some
Ed
Hardy's
My
homie
he
the
police
he
might
be
fed
probably
That's
on
my
dead
body
You
ain't
never
been
in
a
shootout
with
yo'
homie
he
ain't
shoot
back
Niggas
don't
try
me
when
I'm
by
myself
'cause
I'm
too
strapped
Always
tryin'
to
fix
some
shit
where
its
loose
at
Couldn't
get
none
to
eat
where
I'm
at
I
sold
loose
squares
Tryin'
tell
my
judge
my
story
like
who
cares
Can't
explain
the
love
I
got
in
for
Dahmir
(for
my
son)
Don't
come
outside
when
it's
war
I
think
you
scared
Wasn't
in
my
life
I
tell
my
kids
you
dead
Know
some
niggas
that'll
snake
their
homies
for
some
meds
Know
some
niggas
that
don't
take
care
of
their
homies
in
the
feds
Know
some
niggas
that
took
some
gunshots
to
the
head
No
reaction
and
scream
"gang
gang"
when
I'm
dead
Please
be
greater,
don't
please
these
haters
When
that
Bentley
pouting,
like
please
these
gators
I
don't
cry
at
wakings,
I'ma
grieve
later
You
gon'
believe
me
now,
you
gon'
believe
me
later
You
ain't
bleeding
now,
you
gon'
bleed
later
We
don't
buy
5s
7s,
nigga
we
take
'em
Pereocet
eater,
I
told
Rex
take
'em
And
that
money
change
ya
I
told
Rex
thank
you
Came
a
long
way
to
a
mansion
crib
I
had
roaches
out
my
granny
crib
Jumped
into
the
streets
on
accident
Police
snatched
me
up
they
better
not
ask
me
shit
I
don't
want
no
Quads
I
want
some
Actavis
I
bet
that
nigga
won't
lack
again
Remember
I
had
them
2 for
10s
Put
me
on
child
support
you
better
not
ask
for
shit
On
my
dead
body
I
remember
wakin'
up
and
seeing
a
dead
body
And
I
can't
go
back
on
my
word
that's
on
my
dead
body
Don't
come
to
my
funeral
crying
ova
my
dead
body
And
I
ain't
gon'
pick
you
out
I'm
talking
'bout
everybody
I
remember
selling
weed
inside
some
Ed
Hardy's
My
homie
he
the
police
he
might
be
fed
probably
That's
on
my
dead
body
Imma
text
my
babes
They
be
drivin'
me
crazy
My
three
sons
crazy
Make
my
daughters
ladies
Turn
these
thous
to
millions
Goin
broke
prevent
it
I
be
on
my
enemies
101
percentage
Don't
fuck
wit
no
sucker
niggas
My
life
I
adjusted
wit
it
I
snake
you
just
to
get
it
Don
want
die
I
keep
my
distance
Wonder
why
I
keep
my
pistol
Had
fame
since
we
was
little
Kept
guns
from
being
bullied
Cap
guns
to
keep
em
fillies
My
teacher
tried
to
push
me
I
need
them
birds
like
whooptees
My
bitch
I
love
her
pussy
For
thirty
thousand
book
me
They
steady
tryna
book
me
Smoke
a
pound
of
cookie
A
designer
junkie
I
done
survived
the
jungle
Imma
survive
the
struggle
Forever
got
ride
wit
muscle
Luvee
These
ain't
right
act
like
they
love
me
Homicide,
homicide
if
a
nigga
touch
me
Facts,
oh
Shame
on
you
mean
thats
a
shame
on
me
Got
fame
on
you
mean
thats
fame
for
me
If
you
get
100
yea,
that
the
same
for
me
I'll
forgive
you
for
what
you
did
just
explain
to
me
Came
a
long
way
to
a
mansion
crib
I
had
roaches
out
my
granny
crib
Jumped
into
the
streets
on
accident
Police
snatched
me
up
they
better
not
ask
me
shit
I
don't
want
no
Quad
I
want
some
Actavis
I
bet
that
nigga
won't
lack
again
Remember
I
had
them
2 for
10s
Put
me
on
child
support
you
better
not
ask
for
shit
On
my
dead
body
I
remember
wakin'
up
and
seeing
a
dead
body
And
I
can't
go
back
on
my
word
that's
on
my
dead
body
Don't
come
to
my
funeral
crying
ova
my
dead
body
And
I
ain't
gon'
pick
you
out
I'm
talking
'bout
everybody
I
remember
selling
weed
inside
some
Ed
Hardy's
My
homie
he
the
police
he
might
be
fed
probably
That's
on
my
dead
body
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