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thru the roof - diizii & pensive phrogs lyrics

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[intro]
shut the f*ck up

[chorus]
i’m ‘bouta grip the drac’, yeah, don’t the f*ck with the kid (phew)
lil’ p*ssy boy ran up, so i shot at the kid
all the sh*t you say you did; i already did
b*tch, i’m blowin’ through the f*ckin’ roof, i got this beat from sid
like, how you be sayin’ you on the come up? no, no, you never turnt, b*tch, you don’t turn up
blowin’ this sh*t, blow it through the roof, through the muh’f*ckin’ roof!
now you know how i’m feelin’ (now you know), blow through the ceiling (phew)
blow through the ceiling (blow, blow, blow), i don’t want dealings (no)
[verse]
uh, i don’t want questions, lil’ boy, don’t be testin’, okay
run up on me tryna catch a fade? no, b*tch, i’m not second guessin’
that youngin’ got a strap, i gotta grab my gat
y’all chasin’ me for what? shootin’ that sh*t and it went through his guts
smokin’ that sh*t, pass it to my dawg, pass it to my dawg, huh
see green like a frog, uh, i’m with all of the phrogs
bad b*tch (bad), bad b*tch (bad), she all on my log (ooh)
doin’ this sh*t, i go crazy, i feel like a god, i feel like a god, but i’m not god
he ran up on me, he ain’t do sh*t, hе attempted to unload them two clips
hе droppin’ that sh*t like his tool slipped, i be all in her dentals, no toothpick
bad b*tch, cute b*tch, one b*tch, two b*tch, we might take like one or two pics
b*tch, you’re soft like a q*tip, we make us a movie

[chorus]
i’m ‘bouta grip the drac’, yeah, don’t the f*ck with the kid (phew)
lil’ p*ssy boy ran up, so i shot at the kid
all the sh*t you say you did; i already did
b*tch, i’m blowin’ through the f*ckin’ roof, i got this beat from sid
like, how you be sayin’ you on the come up? no, no, you never turnt, b*tch, you don’t turn up
blowin’ this sh*t, blow it through the roof, through the muh’f*ckin’ roof!
now you know how i’m feelin’ (now you know), blow through the ceiling (phew)
blow through the ceiling (blow, blow, blow), i don’t want dealings (no)

[outro]
f*ck! ah, oh, f*ck
sh*t, sh*t!
ah, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!
911, what’s your emergency?
look, i f*ckin’ got shot
and if y’all don’t hurry yo’ asses up, i swear i’m ‘bouta f*ckin’ k!ll these youngin’s

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