paroles de chanson Old Grimy (feat. Guap Tha God & Thruway) - Linkz Boogz

I been Guapo selling Griselda blanco
On the avenue bucando cualto
If you fuck with my money then homie yo te palto
Tryna be low key with it not a gancho
Gotta get my weight up and be the head honcho
I'm a metropolitan and never been a sapo
It's the 718 I'm talking to you claro
International paper I'm getting all the clavos
Dominican born, big platano stand strong
My plans to get rich, stay healthy and live long
Linkz dot Boogie on the beat, Queens we on
Call me Guap Tha God I'm bringing that quiet storm
New York we back fuck these niggas and they rap list
Little niggas all want attention bunch of actress
Pulling out that forty four long out the mattress
Dump a couple shells and see these niggas run backwards

If you take a look at my eyes you can tell I'm stoned
I been puffing on sativa, the indica's too mellow tone
Them weak bars you too focused on your telephone
You hustling backwards from the bank you couldn't get a loan
I'm better left alone don't wake a giant out his sleep
Still on my A game while you catching Z's
They still don't give a fuck if you stacking G's
Cause if you ain't saying nothing then you still lacking steez
I got something for you wack emcee's
Thats still rapping on the wackest beats
90's is gone, start adapting
Every time I get up on the track it's heat
And when I get up 'round your girl it sounds like mac and cheese
Look at whats happening the numbers spiked
And I don't get hype cause a hundred likes
Cause more than a hundred nights I went to sleep hungry, tight
You should be happy to be someones type
They wanna shoot they don't wanna fight
Cause they pussy like women's tights
This is just something light but it's nothing nice
I'm cold as fucking ice
Little homie don't catch a brain freeze
Life is a bitch but that bitch is my main squeeze

Aw man they saying New York we back
It's that old grimy beat, my toes frozen in the trap
Aw man they saying New York we back
It's that old grimy beat, my toes frozen in the trap

Pelle Pelle nah homie throw on that Avirex
This is that DJ Clue taped on a Memorex
Been a vet, more stripes than a Zebra
More white, Aquafina
El montro, kill a socio
More bodies nigga thats just part of negocio
All Nueva York nigga many men
Can't take a real nigga out his element
This is heaven sent
Told Guapo this the gospel
Linkz Boogz, lo muchacho
This the song thirty seven yea I'm armed with the weapon
Still talking freco, ain't a loss it's a lesson
Get it on the arm nigga dog thats a blessing
Dog this a message
It's 187 on another cop
Cop Killa Queens, we don't fuck with opp's

Aw man they saying New York we back
It's that old grimy beat, my toes frozen in the trap
Aw man they saying New York we back
It's that old grimy beat, my toes frozen in the trap