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lirik lagu ig live – grindhard e

[intro]
(ayy, honcho got the sauce)

[verse]
poured all the water out, then i poured the drank in, this is not no voss
boy, you a motherf*ckin’ worker, you is not no boss
real zazas from a1, they wonder what it cost
i still remember the first time that i took a loss
i remember when i punched a big n*gga and he didn’t fall
i remember the first time when i stuck my d*ck in her jaws
you got that bullsh*t weed in them packs, i heard you gettin’ off
my n*gga said he bought a blunt from you and he didn’t cough
if i was him, that’s the type of sh*t to have me p*ssed off
recordin’ live on ig, they watch me sh*t*talk
crazy i got thirty*three missed— alright
crazy that i still have people askin’ ’bout my—
big n*gga, you can’t treat me like no— alright
big n*gga, you can’t treat me like no little dog
4’11”, but this five*seven don’t discriminate height
i’ll beat the sh*t out a n*gga, but we not gon’ fight
if i was in the slavery days, we would’ve been like—
if i was in the slavery days, we would’ve been like kkk would’ve been k!llin’ whites
all black, okay
f*ck that, white came with all black on
i remember i went and slid with no mask on
crazy, i seen my n*gga soak his dope in some acetone
i’m a backwood smoker, i hate al capones
weed punched me in my throat, d*mn, this weed strong
high as h*ll, probably the reason i ain’t pick up my phone
picked up a b*tch just to f*ck, ordered an uber, come take her home
b*tch said i smell good, but it was exotic, it was not cologne
your line on my phone just pop up, i might act like i’m not at home
i’m the type to ride with my n*ggas rather right or wrong
this sh*t comin’ off my head, i can’t write a song
get some b*roll, oh, nah
f*ck some b*roll on the camera, i had to tell ’em to fly the drone
drunk an eight of tris, noddin’ on the e*way drivin’ home
this old lady called me with some drank, now i’m flyin’ home
this sh*t real rap, i don’t lie in songs
it’s a lot of cap in your raps, what you lyin’ for?
if the price reasonable on the drank, i’ll buy a four
i smoked too much f*ckin’ weed, where my lighter go?
my n*gga poured the same amount of drank, his look lighter, though
you gotta know how to mix
d*mn, i’m mad i quit hustlin’, i would’ve bust some scripts
’cause these n*ggas taxin’, i can get a bottle
’cause these n*ggas taxin’, i can get a bottle for twelve dollars and sixty cents
catch me fiendin’ and i want some lean, i’ma—
if i ain’t have no drank and you have some, i might drink your sh*t
nah, i ain’t gon’ do that, but i am gon’ take a swig
he got shot with a glock and survived, can he take a sig?
let this lil’ b*tch give me head ’cause she can’t take no d*ck
probably the reason i ain’t got none ’cause she ate the kids
hah

- grindhard e

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