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Griselda Blanco
Pengz & TwoTwo
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Bad bitches gone strip, dope boys gone trap to this
Keep an eye out don't lack to this, somebody might get slapped to this
They know the real, free the dogs and the demons
Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland
Top Goons they my roll dawgs
My young boys make the place hot
Never worried about rat niggas hug a presidenth face shot
She making bands on the long pole
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
She up, she Griselda Blanco
She bad, Griselda Blanco
Real nigga never change up
Bout to fuck the rap game up
Nicky Barnes ass nigga
Is trapping and ratting and fucking the game up
She won't work on her reds, tell the dumb bitch shut up
I'm lest the Lord with the coke
I'm jugging I think that I'm dudus
10 bid on the greyhound, when I was going to the falls
Started off with my more real niggas
We was answering the calls, calls, calls
I link Two for the hiyhee
Opp bitches tryna line me
So many niggas try to fly me
Woah woah, I had a dream of a boatload
Fuck it call me El Pengo
Trap trap like a narco
Free up all the dogs and the demons
On range with the orange on
CLE like Lebanon
Fuck that call it Le-anon
Bad bitches gone strip, dope boys gone trap to this
Keep an eye out don't lack to this, somebody might get slapped to this
They know the real, free the dogs and the demons
Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland
Top Goons they my roll dawgs
My young boys make the place hot
Never worried about rat niggas hug a presidenth face shot
She making bands on the long pole
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
She up, she Griselda Blanco
She bad, Griselda Blanco
CLE, not Cleveland
Free the dawgs and the demons
Forty leave him with Jesus
Fly a nigga no G6
Woah, woah
Told shorty break a pack down
Eight runners in my trap house
Ask Pengz, I'm the man now
Whipping work like it's Tango
Fif grains like a mango
Fuck around, get your man smoked
Bitch I'm pulling strings like a banjo
Started off with a Cuban
Taking change in the bando
David Blaine made a pack go
Now my pockets looking like Fat Joe
Hating on me, that's your fault
You was answering no calls
No out calls made the telly boom
She made ten bands out the telly room
Room, room
I don't fuck with no shelly goons
Baby nine got a kick
Guaranteed to make your belly move
Bad bitches gone strip, dope boys gone trap to this
Keep an eye out don't lack to this, somebody might get slapped to this
They know the real, free the dogs and the demons
Take a trip to the east end, CLE not Cleveland
Top Goons they my roll dawgs
My young boys make the place hot
Never worried about rat niggas hug a presidenth face shot
She making bands on the long pole
She bad, she Griselda Blanco
She up, she Griselda Blanco
She bad, Griselda Blanco
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