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lirik lagu lazy flow – grindhard e

[intro]
(lonzetheking)
this my lazy flow
(lonzetheking)

[verse 1]
comin’ off the bench like i’m rick fox
get to singin’ on this btich like i’m jill scott
i, nah, i ain’t gon’ do that
on these n*ggas’ head like a durag
went ot, unc’ called me with the pills, so i flew back
let me make it out the hood, i ain’t gon’ move back
you can’t say you was in a shootout, ’cause you ain’t shoot back
took a n*gga b*tch, why i do that?
n*gga run off and i catch him
n*gga run off and i catch him and he won’t get his shoes back
i just seen some opps in traffic, f*ck
ain’t have my gun on me, d*mn, i should’ve called scoot back
i already know what he gon’ do, so i ain’t gon’ do that
spent eight thousand on my fashion, you can’t do that
designer head to toe, even thе hat and the shoes match
i been runnin’ through the sack, this a nеw batch
ask ’em the price on the ****, they say, “you tax”
short as h*ll, ain’t talkin’ ’bout my height, i ain’t had no scale on the oot pack
gamble with your life, you gon’ shoot cr*ps
bet against me, you gon’ lose that
they need to exterminate all these new rats
why y’all kickin’ it? you know that n*gga told, why you do that?
matter fact, why you with him? you should ask him why he do that
matter fact, why you with him? you should ask him why he do that
[interlude]
n*ggas don’t respect sh*t no more, game all f*cked up
everybody think that sh*t

[verse 2]
turn a penny to a dollar, i’m a hustler
zach, he be spendin’, he my number one customer
at first, she ain’t want me, but the next day, i’m f*ckin’ her
p*ssy so good, i almost fell in love with her
i don’t want no baby by her, but i still nut in her
got me singin’ mary j. blige, what a woman’s worth?
i got a lot of syrup, i ain’t talkin’ mrs. b*tterworth
poured a four in a twenty*ounce sprite, got ’em wonderin’ what it’s worth
you can’t lowball me, i know what i’m worth
people in my dm every day askin’ how much i want for a verse
b*tch, i’m grindhard e, you can google search
d*mn, i mean search google
f*ckin’ with the dogs, i ain’t got no poodles
reminiscin’ ’bout my dog, r.i.p. to booter
used to be a nightmare, call him freddy kreuger (moment of silence)
i hang around k!llers, all my n*ggas shooters
i know a couple n*ggas that scam, f*ckin’ with computers
i know a couple b*tches that’s rich, but they still boosters
i got a n*gga in cali got the ‘bows, he gon’ send ’em to me
he gon’ send ’em to me
b*tch said that the p*ssy good, i’m like, “give it to me”
bump stock on the ar, it might be a fully
seventy*five, let off fifty*five, i still got twenty
twenty thousand on me, i just paid a thousand for a hoodie
got his b*tch all on me, so that’s probably why the n*gga lookin’
white boy had some ‘bows, he tried to tax, so my n*gga took it
my homeboy died, mixed too many drugs, i wish he wouldn’t have took ’em
my homeboy died, mixed too many drugs, i wish he wouldn’t have took ’em

- grindhard e

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