Tee Grizzley ft Meek Mill’s – First Day Out Remix MP3 + Lyrics

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Tee Grizzley ft Meek Mill’s – First Day Out Remix MP3 Download

Tee Grizzley ft Meek Mill’s – First Day Out Remix MP3,  Meek Mill and Tee Grizzley finally drop off their “First Day Out” remix.

The track takes after the original, with a slow-building beat leading up to a powerful crescendo. Meek even models his verse after Tee’s breakout performance.

In the wake of the Philadelphia Eagle’s first ever Super Bowl victory, it feels as good a time as any to drop the long-awaited “First Day Out” remix.

Stream & Enjoy First Day Out Remix by Tee Grizzley ft Meek Mill’s  below:

Download First Day Out Remix Tee Grizzley ft Meek Mill’s  MP3

LYRICS OF First Day Out Remix  by Tee Grizzley ft Meek Mill’s

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch I stood tall (True shit)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rapping and I ain’t look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like “What’s that?”
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that
Being broke did somethin’ to my soul
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God!
Ain’t it a blessing
We made it out from State, went from all that stressing
After them chi-chis, writing them letters
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball
Beef wit corny niggas corn beef, we don’t mind y’all
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad
Yes I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous you might tell
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still praying for my downfall (Free Meek!)
I feel ’em praying on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1’s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown back
Private Jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Ran a [?] from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
[?] now it’s New York to Cali
[?] Free G-[?], that’s my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I’m the nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill!)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
Nigga’s shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas want beef again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag bitch
I wear that glizzy like its fashion
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like im average
Don’t take this bag if its too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle don’t let niggas see you lauging
Who you lil’ niggas talking to
If you ain’t my mans and we argue I’m offin’ you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s coming off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you niggas asking for my number, I don’t fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watching, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sipping lemonade
With the D’Usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made

I know they praying on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They Did!)
They still praying on your downfall (For real)
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (For real!)

 

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