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lirik lagu grittin – real gritter mark

[intro: real gritter mark]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
yeah, real gritter official, n*gga
i’m the first young n*gga fifteen to bring twenty back from the road, you old broke*ass n*ggas
boys ent, n*gga

[verse 1: real gritter mark]
a n*gga tried to pull my ho card a few times
but i been out here thuggin’, robbin’ n*ggas with a deuce*five
and i just came up off this l!ck and bought a new 9
a n*gga shot at me, i shot back, hit him a few times
everybody tough when they with they clique at school
but when you catch them n*ggas solo, n*ggas sweeter than some juice
everybody ask me, lil mark was bgb
it mean born ghetto babies, now b*tch, come and cop some tree
and i dare a n*gga try me, on my mama, i ain’t sweet
y’all gon’ find his head blown off like they did martin luther king
they say rap different, n*gga, this is all i know
mark, how you make your money? ’cause my prices is so low
and don’t try to tax me, ’cause n*gga, i ain’t slow
if you ain’t never did sh*t for me, then don’t call me lil’ bro
but i’ma keep chillin’, i’m just waitin’ ’til i blow
but in the meantime, tell your mom come cop some more
she spendin’ money on crack, so now y’all sleepin’ on the floor

[interlude: real gritter mark]
d*mn
i forgot about your airbed, bro, my fault
look
[verse 2: real gritter mark]
i lined a n*gga up like some motherf*ckin’ andies
your b*tch go cuckoo for my nuts, i’ma call that lil’ ho sandy
and i just bought a walker for your dusty*ass granny
that b*tch made me mad, so i pushed her off the landing
i gotta keep on scr*ping, get it out the pot
everybody bulletproof until they get they ass popped
and i love your grandpa, man, that is my favorite wop
i gave his ass a taste, he couldn’t move to wipe his snot
like my brother chris said, i’m just tryna gas this b*tch
he a lame, ain’t got a role, ooh, we finna lash this b*tch
this n*gga move iffy, then we might just kidnap this b*tch
his mom lookin’ for him, find her ass and then slap that b*tch
when we k!ll this n*gga, hide his body in a mattress
i like my b*tches classy with a little bit of ratchetness
this n*gga flexin’ with his uncle chain, i’ma sn*tch that b*tch
this n*gga lame as h*ll, in the club doin’ the cabbage patch and sh*t

[interlude: real gritter mark & rio da yung og]
like bro, what the f*ck is you doin’?
you forty years old tryna give me advice, n*gga
i hit the road and brought twenty back, you broke*ass n*gga (sh*t)
rio, let me hear somethin’
alright, ghetto boys sh*t, n*gga
alright, come on, oh
[verse 3: rio da yung og]
oh, we was talkin’ ’bout pape’? i got an eighty on me
i got seven pounds of money, it’s a baby on me
how the f*ck them n*ggas didn’t die? we dropped eighty on ’em
thirty*two hundred spent at saks, you shop at macys, don’t you?
i need another cheap pint, call your auntie for me
oh, you flashin’ twenty*some thousand? that’s my baby money
hair nappy, b*tch, i’m tryna get jay*z money
wock’ three a line, we just dropped a six, that’s eighteen hundred
a n*gga’ll put a chain ’round my neck ‘fore he take one from me
f*ck you hard, i don’t make love, i just be makin’ money
invested d*mn near sixty racks, i just paid for money
i don’t owe you sh*t, i’ll give you my word, it’s the same as money
helmut lang on my body, that’s like eight hundred
all my opps like some shy strippers, they ain’t shakin’ nothin’
i got a gun under my arm, you ain’t takin’ nothin’
i ain’t never wore no rollerblades, diamonds skatin’ for me

[outro: rio da yung og & real gritter mark]
yeah, n*gga, my diamonds skatin’, n*gga
i went to golden sun, n*gga, this sh*t hit different
ghetto boys sh*t
what up, real gritter mark?
b*ride
what up, tay?
from akron to flint, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
ayy, let me hear that, grape

- real gritter mark

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