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Grammys Video (MV)




Performed By: Tback
Featuring: Benny
Language: English
Length: 3:24
Written by: Blake Marshall




Tback - Grammys Lyrics




[ Featuring Benny ]

Got on my knees to pray and got behind the dice
Cup pink like Easter Day, I pour it over ice
Italian Ferrari she give me a slice
Blue Bacardi got me thinking precise
Can't arrest me without reading my rights
I'm going home nigga
Run through her pantry, then run through the panties
I fill the blunt up with a couple of grammies
Now I'm on stage I need a couple of Grammys

I keep my loose ends, zipped tight
Pack just came in, its zipped right
Dance under my disco ball, my wrist bright
Only way to beat the law, is sit tight
Chuck up my deuce, I be with a slab in a coupe
We get off the goose, and we get loose

VVs all my diamonds on me wet
Bad bitches on me got my ex upset, never sweat
She got a new nigga but I'm not impressed, I'm still blessed
Look like Nike all around me I see checks, in my texts
I got money coming in, pray to wash my sins
Lately I been grinding, I gotta get it in
Please don't waste my time if, you not gone let me in
I'm gone change the climate, my team always gone win
You only get one chance its call life
My diamonds dance cause I always pay the price
Thief in the night I keep a strap and a knife

Keep a couple bands, Something slight
If she can dance she can probably be my wife
Bring out the pretzels and soda I'm on a flight

Got on my knees to pray and got behind the dice
Cup pink like Easter Day, I pour it over ice
Italian Ferrari she give me a slice
Blue Bacardi got me thinking precise
Can't arrest me without reading my rights
I'm going home nigga
Run through her pantry, then run through the panties
I fill the blunt up with a couple of grammies
Now I'm on stage I need a couple of Grammys

I keep my loose ends, zipped tight
Pack just came in, its zipped right
Dance under my disco ball, my wrist bright
Only way to beat the law, is sit tight

Got on playboy attire, My life on a wire
I burn out the tires, booth might set on fire
I never get tired, Im never expired
Im Tupac inspired
Take it out to Hollywood hit California
Baby take you clothes off let me explore ya
I want more of ya
My diamonds make you gorgeous

Babygirl you're so gorgeous
But like I told you before you can't afford us
I been swerving switching lanes
I been getting money I aint worried a thang
Ice inside my cup, And I got inside my veins
My prices going up because I like expensive things
Im never giving up so you can miss me with that
Im always swinging first but I'm fourth up to bat
Clean up the mess gotta pick up the slack
I thought I told you before its Benny and Tback
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Got on my knees to pray and got behind the dice
Cup pink like Easter Day, I pour it over ice
Italian Ferrari she give me a slice
Blue Bacardi got me thinking precise
Can't arrest me without reading my rights
I'm going home nigga
Run through her pantry, then run through the panties
I fill the blunt up with a couple of grammies
Now I'm on stage I need a couple of Grammys

I keep my loose ends, zipped tight
Pack just came in, its zipped right
Dance under my disco ball, my wrist bright
Only way to beat the law, is sit tight
Chuck up my deuce, I be with a slab in a coupe
We get off the goose, and we get loose

VVs all my diamonds on me wet
Bad bitches on me got my ex upset, never sweat
She got a new nigga but I'm not impressed, I'm still blessed
Look like Nike all around me I see checks, in my texts
I got money coming in, pray to wash my sins
Lately I been grinding, I gotta get it in
Please don't waste my time if, you not gone let me in
I'm gone change the climate, my team always gone win
You only get one chance its call life
My diamonds dance cause I always pay the price
Thief in the night I keep a strap and a knife

Keep a couple bands, Something slight
If she can dance she can probably be my wife
Bring out the pretzels and soda I'm on a flight

Got on my knees to pray and got behind the dice
Cup pink like Easter Day, I pour it over ice
Italian Ferrari she give me a slice
Blue Bacardi got me thinking precise
Can't arrest me without reading my rights
I'm going home nigga
Run through her pantry, then run through the panties
I fill the blunt up with a couple of grammies
Now I'm on stage I need a couple of Grammys

I keep my loose ends, zipped tight
Pack just came in, its zipped right
Dance under my disco ball, my wrist bright
Only way to beat the law, is sit tight

Got on playboy attire, My life on a wire
I burn out the tires, booth might set on fire
I never get tired, Im never expired
Im Tupac inspired
Take it out to Hollywood hit California
Baby take you clothes off let me explore ya
I want more of ya
My diamonds make you gorgeous

Babygirl you're so gorgeous
But like I told you before you can't afford us
I been swerving switching lanes
I been getting money I aint worried a thang
Ice inside my cup, And I got inside my veins
My prices going up because I like expensive things
Im never giving up so you can miss me with that
Im always swinging first but I'm fourth up to bat
Clean up the mess gotta pick up the slack
I thought I told you before its Benny and Tback
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Writer: Blake Marshall
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