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lirik lagu round eleven – grindhard e & ysr gramz

[intro: yn jay]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
man, like
yeah, what you on, though?
alright

[verse 1: yn jay]
i’m on my big dog sh*t
hundred thousands, all hundreds, i got big dog sh*t
i ain’t pickin’ up my phone, i’m on my missed call sh*t
you the type that borrow money on your rent, dog
you the type that— ah
you the type that borrow money, you got rent, dog, sh*t
forty thousand each pocket, i can pick dog sh*t

[verse 2: grindhard e]
spin a b*tch and pass her on my chris paul sh*t
a group of hoes pulled up, ah, sh*t
group of hoes pulled up, i done hit all six
my n*gga called me with an eight, i’m keepin’ two, but i’ma get off six
sold three bullies and i made dog sh*t

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
told her i don’t even wanna f*ck, i want all lips
your b*tch ain’t got no ass, shе got all hips
p90s and dracs, we got all sticks
this ain’t a knot full of twenties, i got all strips
e pullеd up with them pounds, i’m like, “ah, sh*t”
[verse 4: yn jay]
i just hit a b*tch while the b*tch on all fours on her dog sh*t
i done spent a million four times, that’s what you call rich
i done hit every bad b*tch on my call list
bulldog dookied on the floor and left dog sh*t
d*mn, you talkin’ ’bout like, it’s money on the floor
like, like, are y’all, like, what y’all doin, y’all, y’all gettin’ to it?

[verse 5: grindhard e]
money on the floor with much sh*t on me, speedin’, gotta be cautious
fronted my lil’ n*gga the bag, he said he lost it
he told me he ain’t have that pape’, i almost lost it
states got behind me and i had that sh*t on me, i had to toss it

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
i know a white boy with weed, his name austin
i got some feature money on the floor out in boston
i’m sl!ck rollin’, shootin’ dice on the carpet
if you slide down my block, on my mama, we gon’ park it

[verse 7: yn jay]
i just slid down in the snow, i had to slide slow
bunch of images in one picture, it’s a slideshow
d*mn, i thought this b*tch was chinese, she just had this b*tch eyes low
michael myers, b*tch, it’s halloween, where my knives go?
[verse 8: grindhard e, ysr gramz & yn jay]
this n*gga broke and old, thinkin’ to his self like, “where my life go?”
glock 26 out here knockin’ sh*t down, what i’ma fight for?
the ak the same size as e, it’s a micro
i bet i can hit him with this glock if i’m blindfold
fifteen percent’ll save you more, is that geico?
i just poured up twenty lines, it was five fours
three, two, one

- grindhard e ysr gramz

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