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grindhard e - drag racing lyrics
[intro: scarface horse]
(dang, overeasy, you made another one?)
(shred)
[verse 1: scarface horse]
i don’t carry glocks no more, only fns and choppers (grrah)
i don’t look for opps no more, i get the drop and get it poppin’ (shred, shred)
i don’t f_ck with b_tch n_ggas or snitches, only k!llers ’round me (shred, shred)
if he ayin’ he got a bag to drop, then i’ll spin about him (grrah)
i be comfortable in murderville, my flint akhis love me (shred)
told lee let’s run it up, rap, trap, we gotta hustle (shred, shred)
shredgang and pmk, n_gga, that’s a lot of muscle (shred)
quick to smoke a n_gga, paid twelve hundred, i ain’t tryna scuff ’em (shred)
reachin’ for the mac, not my pants, i ain’t tryna scuffle (grrah)
n_gga, this a track’, not a ‘cat, don’t you hear it rumble? (shred, shred)
n_ggas mad at me ’cause they broke, i’m tired of bein’ humble (shred, shred)
i don’t want a million views, i want an m before the summer (shred)
[verse 2: atm alee]
what up, horse? put me on some of them d b_tches
scope on the ar, i can zoom in and see n_ggas
mixin’ wock’ with the red, b_tch, we drink different
that can’t be your mans if you ain’t eat with him
i can pull up in a drophead and pull three b_tches
this b_tch got the breathin’ holes, it’s a four_nickel
we’ll get on bullsh_t and slide off them four_wheelers
b_tches start f_ckin’ real quick when that patrón hit ’em
we been blowin’ smoke, n_ggas don’t want smoke with us
go_getters, i’ll never, ever fear no n_gga
we hit the hoes on the block, we never take ’em home with us
still playin’ with glocks, they gen5, but we add switches
[verse 3: grindhard e]
d_ck wasn’t enough in the glock, so i grabbed some titties
b_tch pretty in the face, but need ass and titties
what i look like turnin’ myself— ah, f_ck
what i look like turnin’ myself in? they gon’ have to come get me
go outta town, i’ma shop when i land, ain’t no baggage with me
if the price right on the ‘bows, then i’m grabbin’ twenty
i know a n_gga that’ll rob his own blood and won’t show no sympathy
i know a n_gga k!lled all his own opps, he ain’t got no enemies
he got hit in the head, he ain’t die, but lost all his memories
f_ck my b_tch for twenty, thirty minutes, drained all my energy
f_cked the b_tch, but quick f_ckin’ with her ’cause we ain’t have no chemistry
cut off anybody do some f_ck sh_t, n_gga, f_ck our history
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