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SwaVay – GRAMMYS Lyrics

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March 6, 2023

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SwaVay – GRAMMYS Lyrics

GRAMMYS Lyrics By SwaVay

[Intro]
Mm, I can’t feel no better

[Chorus]
Growing up, my mama was my daddy
Fuck the bills, we gon’ stay with granny
I’m from where the kids ain’t selling candy
‘Fore I sold a record, sold a grammy
All my dogs skinny, Dickie khakis
Skinny pants, nigga, but they baggy
None my niggas ever met they daddy
All my niggas head of the family
Four niggas deep in a Camry
We gon’ hit a lick, understand me?
Your shit gon’ get kicked, understand me?
Your bitch gon’ get hit, understand me?
God made me hit a lick, nigga
God made me hit a lick, nigga
God made me hit a lick, nigga
God made me hit a lick, nigga
[Verse 1]
Lord, set me free
Hit me from the knees, Lord, hear mе speak
Free me from streets
‘Fore I’m sеventy, I can guarantee
Straight to DVD
Ain’t no movie scene, stop at seventeen
No, we ain’t got degrees
But we got the keys and other expertise
If I live to see another day
Watch, you’ll see the biggest great escape
I might wash my hands and run away
The apprentice demon in vintage Bathing Ape
Nigga, fuck your feelings and fuck about saving face
Fuck the code and fuck the blueprint paste
I might up and dip and pull a Ma$e
Nigga, | got memories I can’t erase, ’cause

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Thirteen first time I seen a strap
Fourteen first time in the trap
Fifteen I was sleeping in hospitals
Thought my mama would die in a nap
Sixteen I was selling that gas
I never sold water, I’m bad with the tap
This way before ‘Rona, but I had a mask
First time kicking doors, so I creep through the back
Seventeen sent to live with my dad
Mama wanted me to have that experience
I can’t make this shit up, he was gone in two days
And the rest of the time, I ain’t hear from him
Eighteen I was back in Atlanta
Nineteen I was hotter then Tampa
Twenty when I met Metro
We ain’t speak in a while, but I love him like we share a grandma
Twenty-one I was up
Twenty-two I was up
Twenty-three, thought it was over with
I couldn’t get me no deal, I was fucked
Twenty-four I was down on my luck
Still pushing through it, nigga, what’s up?
Now I’m twenty-five making them bucks
Imagine if I woulda gave this shit up, yeah
[Chorus]
Growing up, my mama was my daddy
Fuck the bills, we gon’ stay with granny
I’m from where the kids ain’t selling candy
‘Fore I sold a record, sold a Percocet, you want one?
All my dogs skinny, Dickie khakis
Skinny pants, nigga, but they baggy
None my niggas ever met they daddy
All my niggas head of the family
Four niggas deep in a Camry
We gon’ hit a lick, understand me?
Your shit gon’ get kicked, understand me?
Your bitch gon’ get hit, understand me?
God made me hit a lick, nigga
God made me hit a lick, nigga
God made me hit a lick, nigga
God made me hit a lick, nigga