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acethakidd - grip the k كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
this one of those songs you gotta just bust on (woah, woah, woah, woah)
you know how them n_ggas back in the day, they used to “left, right, left” (let’s go)
if we get in a shootout, i’ma beat that k like a russian (brrt, brrt, brrt)
(like, “left, right, left, take yo’ breath”)
i say, “g_money just bought a pound of the pressure, we’ve been smokin’ exotic product” (b_tch)
(my sh_t make all them sounds (woo), f_ck you talkin’ ’bout (b_tch), f_ck your adlibs)

[chorus]
i grip the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
quarterback sack, b_tch, i’m rushing (okay, yeah)
count up the cash in american, english, spanish, chinese and russian (oh, yeah)
i’m at yo’ head like concussion (oh_yeah)
she give me head like concussion (oh_yeah)
love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo’f_ckin’ cushion (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, oh_woo)
white police look at me crooked? (why?)
i’m a young n_gga gettin’ that money, that’s why
look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
all these b_tches be ugly, them beady_ass eyes
you gettin’ jewelry taken (uh_huh)
you claim that you totin’, how come you ain’t let that b_tch fly?
i never get jewelry taken (uh_uh)
my b_tch’ll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin’

[verse 1]
my money make me a giant, oh
i hit ’em like fee_fi_fo, yeah (let’s go)
if i go broke, i’ma take his dough, rob him for his dough, yeah (let’s go)
these n_ggas asking me where i come from
i come from the city where it’s colder (let’s go)
always gotta look over your shoulder (uh)
never know when someone wanna smoke ya (grrah)
man down, look, who is the man now? (oh_yeah)
can’t wait till the drugs touch down (oh_yeah)
me and lotti, max finna have a perc_go_round (oh_yeah)
chris lyin’ saying he puttin’ them down
know he pop percs every time they around (lyin’ ass n_gga)
and when that lean around, lotti say it make her frown (i ain’t tryna make you frown)
i’m a different person when i’m off of the pour up (uh)
catch a body and i won’t even know it (uh)
i make a song off the purple, i’m focused
make an album, sh_t it out, hocus_pocus (oh_yeah)
catch him lackin’, i’ma shoot in the open (grrah)
like a cigarillo, b_tch i’ma smoke him (grrah)
l_o_l, all of these n_ggas be jokin’
they may just make me k!ll them, they keep provokin’ (let’s_let’s_let’s go)
[chorus]
i grip the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
quarterback sack, b_tch, i’m rushing (okay, yeah)
count up the cash in american, english, spanish, chinese and russian (oh yeah)
i’m at yo’ head like concussion (oh_yeah)
she give me head like concussion (oh_yeah)
love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo’f_ckin’ cushion
white police look at me crooked? (why?)
i’m a young n_gga gettin’ that money, that’s why (that’s right)
look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
all these b_tches be ugly, them beady_ass eyes
you gettin’ jewelry taken
you claim that you totin’, how come you ain’t let that b_tch fly?
i never get jewelry taken
my b_tch’ll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin’

[verse 2]
march on the beat like a mo’f_ckin’ sergeant
that .40 on me, shoot like i’m from the squadron
moncler on the moon boots, i’m not from this planet
i promise to god, i’m a mo’f_ckin’ martian
call me juice wrld the martian, i’m marvin the martian
i’m super like marvel, my drip is so marvelous
dropped the death race for love, it sold so much the first week
that sh_t goin’ harder than granite and marbles
it may just go platinum on n_ggas that haven’t gone gold in a minute, these n_ggas been slippin’
p_ssy remind me of p_ssy n_ggas, i k!ll p_ssy with d_ck, p_ssy n_ggas with smith &’s
i don’t got time for these rookie n_ggas, yeah, i know i’m a rookie, far from a beginner
i used to smoke purp’ but that sh_t got old, now i smoke gelato, biscotti, i’m p_ssin’, oh, yeah (they ain’t really rappers, uh)
huh, that n_gga trippin’, gon’ and get rid of him
these n_ggas really ain’t rappers (uh), they don’t got no rhythm, they hide behind 808s and all the synths
i’m yo’ father, darth vader, red beam, i’m the sith
heard yo’ lil’ b_tch got herpes, don’t think that i’m kiddin’
why you think she ain’t f_ck you or suck you in a minute?
tried to give it to me, b_tch, i’m taken, you trippin’
[chorus]
i grip the k like a russian (okay, yeah)
quarterback sack, b_tch, i’m rushing (okay, yeah)
count up the cash in american, english, spanish, chinese and russian (oh, yeah)
i’m at yo’ head like concussion
she give me head like concussion
love when she suck with her tongue and she put it in her throat like a mo’f_ckin’ cushion
white police look at me crooked? (why?)
i’m a young n_gga gettin’ that money, that’s why
look at they eyes just be crooked (why?)
all these b_tches be ugly, them beady_ass eyes
you gettin’ jewelry taken
you claim that you totin’, how come you ain’t let that b_tch fly?
i never get jewelry taken
my b_tch’ll shoot you in the face if you think about tryin’

[outro]
i don’t even gotta shoot
my b_tch’ll shoot you in the face
then she shoot your b_tch in the face
then we shoot your b_tch in the face
then we may go out for a date
after shootin’ you in the face

- acethakidd

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