"Grammys" as written by and Noah Shebib Aubrey Drake Graham....
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Jeez
Yeah
Right
Look
Look

Tell me how you really feel
Tell me how you really feel
I would you what's the deal
But you don't even got a deal
Most niggas with a deal
Couldn't make a greatest hits
Y'all a whole lot of things
But you still ain't this
I don't know no one
That could tell me what to do
Heard you never claimed the hood
Hear the hood claimed you
That can't sit well
Oh well, ship sailed
Still mine, all mine
Cosign, cosign
I pull up in yachts so big
That they try to hit me with boat fines
Hype Williams, Big Pimpin'
Yeah, Just like the old times
Same niggas from the old days
Lot of sides on the same side
OVO we a gold mine
But I'm going gold no time
Doing plat, plat only
Boys better back off me
Hall of fame, hall of fame
Like I'm shirt off, Like I'm shirt off
Like I'm shirt off shorty
Whole city going crazy
Whole city going crazy
Top 5 no debating
Top 5, top 5, top 5
And the whole city rate me
And I'm back inside the matrix
And I said that we would make it
Ain't squad with some traitors
Knew my niggas from the basement
This ain't no metal-on-the-way shit
We done really put some days in

I'm like "Why you so excited?" you know what I'm sayin'
What happened?
Did he win the grammy? God damn
He acting like he fucking won a trophy
This nigga turnt the fuck up

They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Swerving off, Panoramic
I'm hanging out, they can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
I'm showing out, they can't stand me
I'm showing out, they can't stand me
I'm swerving out, they can't stand me
I'm err, can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy

Gonna peel off like a bandit
I'm noddin' off on a Xan niggas
Get pissed off, start airing it
Get a head start, I ain't friendly
I stand out, I don't blend in
When I say that I meant that
I don't want to talk to you has beens
I don't features from nan them
I don't want features or nothing
You can't even get on my guest list
They wan't me to go to the Met Gala
I want a Percocet and a gallon
The Activis high takin' don't matter
We sitting right on the court side
I know the players on both sides
I'm cashing out, fuck a cosign
I wear the chain like a bow tie
I wear the ring like a fo'-five
Keep a fo'-five for the poor guys
Black tint, low profile
Celebrating everyday
'Cause I'm really really fresh at the coke house
Counting up every single day
'Bout to bring a whole 'nother whip out

They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Swerving off, Panoramic
I'm hanging out, they can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
I'm showing out, they can't stand me
I'm showing out, they can't stand me
I'm swerving out, they can't stand me
I'm err, can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"Grammys" as written by Noah James Shebib Aubrey Drake Graham

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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