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Lullaby Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Grind
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Thadd Lee




Big Grind - Lullaby Lyrics




Last nigga tried me my pistol sung a lullaby
Bitch I put in work for what I claim don't know bout other guys
God took half the real niggas sometimes I just wonder why
I was raised well when you fall give it another try

Last nigga tried me my pistol sung a lullaby
Bitch I put in work for what I claim don't know bout other guys
God took half the real niggas sometimes I just wonder why
I was raised well when you fall give it another try

I was raised we'll no I do not talk to twelve yeah im grinding like a rail
Weight up these niggas frail bet that nickel make em bail
And im trapping like grisel aint no secret how I feel im to thurl they aint real
All of this wisdom in im instilled 1 2 3 shit can get real
Ima perky addict f*ck a x pill f*ck the internet it make shit less real
He sneak dissing f*ck em big deal I was f*cked up I use to split meals
Couldn't make no moves I used to sit still danish lil nigga watching tip drill
Bad lil shorty posted on blocks rock in my socks Glock near my cock
We spot a opp crop go his top please don't act shocked we set up shop
Just me and mo we didn't have knots but I can't say that we didn't have thots
Use to waste time like f*ck a clock nigga broke or not we f*ck hoes a lot
Niggas they be full of envy mentally not physical
It feel so good to sit back count my residual
All I do is face za got me feeling spiritual
I don't get on shit and rap bout nothing bitch im lyrical

Last nigga tried me my pistol sung a lullaby
Bitch I put in work for what I claim don't know bout other guys
God took half the real niggas sometimes I just wonder why
I was raised well when you fall give it another try

Bitch im still good finago trapping through the hood
Like I wish a nigga would we gone get some understood
Nigga thinking he a thug all that loud talk I just shrug
Cause im knowing ima bug we gone see who toss these slugs
Pistol sing like Whitney some like karaoke
Hitched to the game married all my trophies
Everywhere im at they like you very funky
Baby thats the dopey stuff em like a hoagie
Veteran to this so don't try to coach me
Take his ass out he trash like some groceries
Better move slowly when u approach me
Nickel act a ass he can act a donkey
F*ck all my exes hoes who aint want me
Bitch I got fans some these hoes taunt me
Wipe a trustee nose all by my lonely
Send me the gaffle now I act phony
Im to on point you know grind be on it
Show me my opponent I already won it
Shit he doing I already done it I aint got no perky sick to my stomach
Ughhhhh
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English

Last nigga tried me my pistol sung a lullaby
Bitch I put in work for what I claim don't know bout other guys
God took half the real niggas sometimes I just wonder why
I was raised well when you fall give it another try

Last nigga tried me my pistol sung a lullaby
Bitch I put in work for what I claim don't know bout other guys
God took half the real niggas sometimes I just wonder why
I was raised well when you fall give it another try

I was raised we'll no I do not talk to twelve yeah im grinding like a rail
Weight up these niggas frail bet that nickel make em bail
And im trapping like grisel aint no secret how I feel im to thurl they aint real
All of this wisdom in im instilled 1 2 3 shit can get real
Ima perky addict f*ck a x pill f*ck the internet it make shit less real
He sneak dissing f*ck em big deal I was f*cked up I use to split meals
Couldn't make no moves I used to sit still danish lil nigga watching tip drill
Bad lil shorty posted on blocks rock in my socks Glock near my cock
We spot a opp crop go his top please don't act shocked we set up shop
Just me and mo we didn't have knots but I can't say that we didn't have thots
Use to waste time like f*ck a clock nigga broke or not we f*ck hoes a lot
Niggas they be full of envy mentally not physical
It feel so good to sit back count my residual
All I do is face za got me feeling spiritual
I don't get on shit and rap bout nothing bitch im lyrical

Last nigga tried me my pistol sung a lullaby
Bitch I put in work for what I claim don't know bout other guys
God took half the real niggas sometimes I just wonder why
I was raised well when you fall give it another try

Bitch im still good finago trapping through the hood
Like I wish a nigga would we gone get some understood
Nigga thinking he a thug all that loud talk I just shrug
Cause im knowing ima bug we gone see who toss these slugs
Pistol sing like Whitney some like karaoke
Hitched to the game married all my trophies
Everywhere im at they like you very funky
Baby thats the dopey stuff em like a hoagie
Veteran to this so don't try to coach me
Take his ass out he trash like some groceries
Better move slowly when u approach me
Nickel act a ass he can act a donkey
F*ck all my exes hoes who aint want me
Bitch I got fans some these hoes taunt me
Wipe a trustee nose all by my lonely
Send me the gaffle now I act phony
Im to on point you know grind be on it
Show me my opponent I already won it
Shit he doing I already done it I aint got no perky sick to my stomach
Ughhhhh
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Writer: Thadd Lee
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