grindhard e & rmc mike - how dare you lyrics
[verse 1: grindhard e]
i ain’t where i wanna be, but i’ma get there
my n_gga still f_ckin’ with the— he bought a big square
the trap boom harder than a b_tch, but i can’t sit there
boys got behind us, just drove past fast, i said, “woo,” i feel like ric flair
night at the westin, you might see me with your b_tch there
got caught cheatin’, so i bought my b_tch a big bear
you would never catch me shootin’ up a crib, it might be kids there
i just got some old hi_tech, man, this sh_t rare
somebody just called me with some more drank, but i don’t even care
you pull up to my crib, don’t call, i’ma act like i ain’t evеn there
knock up on the door, havе my b_tch lie and say, “he ain’t even here”
in god i trust, but on this earth, ain’t no man i fear
this b_tch looked at my ice, said my neck look like a chandelier
you n_ggas’ diamonds cloudy, they ain’t that clear
why you starin’ at the drank? (huh?)
why you lookin’ at my pop? you wanna know what i just poured? it’s an eight in here
left the lean in the car on accident, the sun turned it clear
got to the bottle, opened it up like this can’t be real (f_ck)
her ass look too fat, man, it can’t be real
he ain’t real, if he get jammed up, he gon’ take a deal
lookin’ over your shoulders every day ain’t the way to live
talkin’ ’bout if he ain’t tell ’em what he did, they was gon’ take his kids
how the f_ck you let ’em scare you?
you even told on your own family members, man, how dare you?
[verse 2: rmc mike]
d_mn, you told on your fam, you should die for it
i just found a pint of act’, i almost cried for it
told my b_tch, “they say the truth hurt” and almost lied to her
but i love the b_tch, i swear, one day, i punched a dyk_ for her
plus she got that wet_ass p_ssy that you would die for
you let that man get away with some sh_t i would’ve slide for
oops, i mean slid for
hit a six of tris with some sh_t, he drunk a thin four
four_nicky hit him in his face, left a chin sore
yeah, i appreciate the riches ’cause i been poor
put me in the game and drop forty like a big scorer
i wouldn’t put my d_ck near that b_tch, she a big wh0re
and no, i cannot f_ck you for an hour, i’m not fit for it
pin her to the ground, f_ckin’ hard, talkin’ sh_t to her
made a hundred in the o off four cities, that’s a quick tour
only shot the fifty_cal nine times, it got some kick to it
my arab got a f_ckin’ rocket launcher, he my rich shooter
i just hit my n_gga main b_tch with a pit maneuver
i can make a f_ckin’ plane flip with the sh_t i’m shootin’
sip so much drank, it come out purple when i p_ss fluids
i knew the b_tch had some good p_ssy from her hip movement
scoot had a hundred rounds on him, made him quit shootin’
if you ain’t made at least a hundred thou’, boy, you big stupid
my plug said he got a hundred pounds he finna ship to me (sh_t)
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