a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

grindhard e – grindhard mix, vol. 1 كلمات اغاني

[part 1]

[intro: grindhard e]
what up, sav?
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
alright

[verse: grindhard e]
i just brought a ‘bow out
got traffic lined up on accident, look like a ____ house
the whole gang shinin’, look like money when we go out
let a n_gga throw a shot this way, it’s gon’ go down
pour the drank in the pop, watch it go down
i added two_four drinkin’ a pint every day, i had to slow down
buyin’ zip after zip, f_ck that, i need the whole pound
i could teach you how to grind hard and break a ‘bow down
ten times ten, that’s a hundred thousand
i don’t know what i got stashed, but the money keep pilin’
if it’s a problem, waitin’ in your bushes outside with them choppers
puttin’ money on your head, you gettin’ got like osama bin laden
okay, i understand now why these n_ggas been hidin’
it’s gеttin’ wider, but i ain’t gon’ lie, lot of peoplе been dyin’
learn how to ran up some pape’ and i’m still grindin’
yeah, i f_cked your b_tch, if she say i didn’t, then she still lyin’
[part 2]

[intro: grindhard e]
(it’s a wayne beat)
grindhard
you know what the f_ck it is

[verse: grindhard e]
you knew i had to come grease on a wayne beat
drunk three pints and ran through ten ‘bows in the same week
put the flash on, take a picture, it look hd
starting price 5k ’cause the weed i got ain’t cheap
if my eyes closed, then i’m probably noddin’, but i ain’t sleep
i’ll give you a thousand dollars if you ever catch me with some fake lean
auntie went to rehab, got out, started gettin’ high, she can’t stay clean
twenty thousand on me with some dunks and a bape tee
seven grams in this fronto got me—
seven grams in this fronto got me where i can’t breathe
if i break it down, i could easily make eighty_three
plugged in, i can get the weed y’all got for seventeen
my clientele spend a lot of money, i don’t f_ck with fiends
when it come to drank, you’d never see me drink no green
put a flashlight on my glock, i ain’t want no beam
if i up this b_tch and i shoot, then it’s r.i.p.
i got a glock and an ar in the car with me
i miss joe, jack, and matt, they used to come buy ____ from me
[part 3]

[verse: grindhard e & threefive bud]
you might not see my face, but my hands in it
you would never catch me in no paperwork, but your mans in it
b_tch talkin’ ’bout she don’t suck d_ck, but her friend did it
tried to put two fingers in the b_tch, my hand fell in it
tryna shoot this big_ass gun, i almost fell with it
besides, when i shoot, i had to use two hands with it
f_ck around and pop a n_gga after the show and say a fan did it
layin’ down when i shoot ’cause the chopper got a stand with it
three k’s at the crib, i can’t stand n_ggas
n_gga said he got four_four bully, told him put a band with it
cali plug say i send the money, sh_t, he’ll land with it
just f_cked a b_tch, she came back to buy a gram with her man with her
f_ck another broke b_tch, i’m sick about it
pretty broke b_tch, she a dime, but i can’t get a nickel out her
no car, but she got her l’s, i’m finna get a pistol out her
they been taxin’ on the drank, i’m a liquor buyer
they say i’m crazy, i just bought an ounce, paid two_hundred_and_fifty dollars
you the type to pour a four of green and pay sixty dollars
the whole amount you paid for your drink was the price of a swallow
i seen a red flag, he brought the lean in a baby bottle
you a middleman, sayin’ you got the pills when your auntie got ’em
plugged in for a whole script, my copay was eighteen dollars
the first time i got some actavis was from your auntie mama

[part 4]

[intro: grindhard e]
alright

[verse: grindhard e]
i’m the definition of sneak sh_t
grab the red cream soda, pour some hi_tech in it so you couldn’t see it
if i tell you how many lines that i poured in this pop, you probably wouldn’t believe it
a n_gga taxed me on the drank, but i got my get_back, so you can call it even
paid two_fifty for some lines, a n_gga caught me fiendin’
spend five to ten thousand in the set when i walked in neimans
cashier tried to give me my change, told her, “y’all can keep it”
i ain’t got no more drank, i sold it all to my people
two to three straps in the crib, but they not illegal
say you plugged in like me, why you lyin’ to people?
catch an opp in his granny car, he gon’ die in a beetle
tint every car i’m in, i can’t ride when it’s see_through
ridin’ with my heat, no cpl, so i’m drivin’ illegal
don’t get caught in that fish bowl like finding nemo
i’m the type to knock on your door, when you look out, shoot right through the peephole
you gamblin’ with your life playin’ with me, i am not a casino
pull up on your block with them drums, it’s gon’ sound like a b_roll
tryna slide for your mans, you gon’ die tryna be a hero
last time i checked the scoreboard, it was nine to zero

[part 5]

[intro]
(is this kdinero?)
(is this kdinero?)

[verse: grindhard e]
i guarantee you don’t smoke like me
i bet you break your blunt if you try to roll up like me
i guarantee that your weed get you high, but you don’t smoke like me
ten grams of exotic weed in a fronto leaf
this b_tch big as f_ck
call my phone, i’m probably off the drank if i ain’t pickin’ up
the .308 too big for me, it’s hard to lift it up
couple shots out the van and the coroner gon’ have to pick you up
call the ambulance to pick him up
young dolph, popped a n_gga and took off, that’s a hit_and_run
how you say you gon’ k!ll a n_gga and you don’t own a gun?
bareface, everybody seen his face, now he on the run
while i’m thinkin’ ’bout it, man, free my n_gga kd
couple n_ggas locked up, free my n_gga c and a_lee
i can’t forget about da yung og
i’ma sh_t_talk and hold it down ’til my n_gga free
that n_gga said he gon’ put his hands on me, that sh_t tickle me
all i know, a n_gga gon’ d_i_e if he touch lil e
talkin’ in third person
boy was first, take his gen, now i’m on the third person
pull up to your crib, come outside, call it curb service
i left joe waitin’ at the store but i did it on purpose
you call my phone too many times, it’s makin’ me nervous
text my phone if you need to see me, just say that it’s urgent
and i’ll be at your service
everything come with a receipt when you come and purchase
if them people get up in my business, i’m just sellin’ verses
tell ’em that i rap and breed dogs and got other service

[part 6]

[intro]
(yo)

[verse: grindhard e]
white boy sold me some cut drank, so i’m breakin’ his jaw
i should put a switch on my glock, but that’s breakin’ the law
i don’t know if he pray—
i don’t know if he pray to jesus or do he pray to allah?
he better pray to god that when i catch him, he behind the wall
these rappers get me to the booth to rap my life, they be lyin’ to y’all
if somethin’ happen, i’ma take care of my business, f_ck cryin’ to y’all
somebody call me with some drank for the low, then i’m buyin’ it all
you gotta have a high tolerance to smoke what i’m smokin’ on
if your weed don’t meet up to my standards, you gon’ smoke alone
you don’t need a traphouse if you know how to work your phone
i got a white boy quit his job and went and bought some cars
my lil’ cousin invested in real estate and went and bought some homes
me, i went to cali, met the plug, and went and bought some ‘bows
everybody keep askin’ me why i ain’t doin’ no shows
but anyway, on another note
this some trish in my cup, not no morton grove
i’m smokin’ real exotic weed, not no sun_grown
he was deadbeat, ain’t take care of his kid, now his son grown
that sh_t f_cked up
i could show you how to grind, alright
i could show you how to grind, it requires no sleep ’til the sun come up
you can’t keep makin’ excuses every day, you gotta run it up
you can’t dwell on no losses, you gotta suck it up

[part 7]

[intro]
(drink more water, b_tch)

[chorus: grindhard e & freakyy t]
if you goin’ broke, don’t panic
you can’t pop up and grind hard, you gotta plan it
i really sold everything you can think of, i ain’t just sayin’ it
it ain’t hard to make money nor spend it, you gotta manage it
all this motherf_ckin’ money in my face, i can’t manage it
ex_b_tch steady blowin’ up my phone, i can’t stand the b_tch
blow a chunk out his f_ckin’ head, leave his brain for evidence
f_ck the glock, i’ma grab the fn ’cause the extra clips

[verse 1: grindhard e]
f_ck the trap, i’ma use my phone today, f_ck a residence
when i slide, i’ma use a mask and gloves for no evidence
had to cut this bad b_tch off, she was on messy sh_t
if it ain’t ’bout no money or the drank, it’s irrelevant

[verse 2: freakyy t]
don’t be callin’ askin’ for the f_ckin’ prices, that’s irrelevant
them same n_ggas quick to slide be the ones that’s tellin’ sh_t
when i slide, i’ma k!ll a witness, i don’t leave no evidence
don’t you hate when these n_ggas pillow talking on some messy sh_t?

[part 8]

[intro]
(idle on the beat, so you know—)

[verse: grindhard e]
glock with a fifty_round drum, thirty clip, and extra magazine
flashlight, holographic sight, and it got a beam
i’ll blow they crib up, give me some gasoline
pull up to the gas station, walked up fast, almost shot a fiend
grab five pops out the store, we got a lot of lean
hi_hi_tech, wock’, tris, and mgp
big n_gga, 6— aight
big n_gga, 6’3″, tryna play with me, now he six feet deep
a n_gga said he gon’ k!ll me, that sh_t tickle me (haha)
i think i just came to a conclusion
i know he dead for sure because his body had stopped movin’
hit him thirty times up top, i couldn’t stop shootin’
i could never get over my b_tch ’cause she not stupid
the love dead, shot him in his heart, i am not cupid
4k for a pound of ‘za, the bag’s not included
i know how to find the best weed ’cause i’m a connoisseur
they seen the dreadhead bustin’, but i’m not—
the murder weapon got disposed of, they can’t find the shooter
when they bring up spice talkin’, n_gga, i’m the tutor
six dead bodies, all you smell is embalming fluid
spin the block, catch him coming outside, turn they block to doomsday
droppin’ clip after clip, but we weren’t watchin’ no movie
got the bag in on monday, it was gone by tuesday
i got ten different hustles, i’m leavin’ ’em clueless
i ain’t been out the country yet, but it’s on my to_do list
i’m a n_gga with an attitude, you can say that i’m ruthless
let a n_gga talk crazy in my face and i’m leavin’ him toothless
(don’t matter if i get the— yeah)
whether if i get the drank for the low or high, i still gotta abuse it
if you call yourself a plug, then you gotta amuse me
all that sh_t was fire out the mic, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout music
n_gga tried to send me a hit pint, you know we got into it
me and my n_ggas don’t see eye_to_eye, but we not into it
i could never lose my grind, i put a lot into it
almost thought i lost my mind, so i had to improve it

[part 9]

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
any time some sh_t pop off, i can call my n_ggas
same n_ggas that was broke to me, now they ballin’ with me
i ain’t sellin’ sh_t for cheap, everything expensive
got a bad redbone, this b_tch so exquisite
me and caine just got an eight, i told him, “let me mix it”
we f_ckin’ with the pills, auntie called me with a script, he like, “let me get ’em”

[verse 2: grindhard caine]
i told my uncle he ain’t gotta beef with a n_gga, let me k!ll him
and if we see them n_ggas out, stop the whip, n_gga, let me get him
hop out the whip, run him down, i know i’ma hit him
how the f_ck you claim you a ride or die? b_tch, you ain’t died with ’em
sendin’ shots at anybody, better not catch you ridin’ with ’em
catch me shootin’ in the car, i guarantee i hit four, five n_ggas

[verse 3: ftos twan]
it’s ironic, i can’t wait to see you just to leave your ass
and i’m iconic, my f_ckin’ face card is like a season pass
b_tch, put me in your close friends so i can see some ass
i can go inside the store broke, but leave with cash
yop, yop, i don’t like this beat
throw the gun once i catch a b, i don’t like my heat

[part 10]

[intro: grindhard e]
grindhard
alright

[verse: grindhard e]
fast money turned around sh_t, i just— alright
i can’t even tell you what i made, it seem make_believe
paid two thousand for an eight of morton grove, that sh_t you drinkin’ cheap
what’d you pay? eighty dollars for an eight of green?
f_ck with rich white kids, i don’t need no fiends
f_ckin’ with the plug hand_to_hand, you ain’t never seen no ____
f_ckin’ with this white boy that grow it, he got add
i’ll pay whatever right now if you find some act
matter fact, where the f_ck is the ied?
oh, you say you plugged with the doctor? well, pardon me
my white girl just called, said, “where the f_ck are the party beans?”
you probably depend on your b_tch, y’all gettin’ into it, you take her car and leave
i call you n_ggas b_u_m_s, that’s what you are to me
my dog got ptsd, he got shot in his cheek
he be trippin’, tryna clutch for the heat, wakin’ out his sleep
you bought a gun to post pictures with, you ain’t got no beef
hahaha, that sh_t got me weak
one time, we slid on the opps for a whole week
it was just me and one of my n_ggas, y’all be four deep
you say you gon’ do what when you see me? you gotta show me
you the type of n_gga get shot at and call the police
f_ckin’ with some rat hoes, now the b_tch i’m with a cold piece
i could teach you how to grind hard, but you got slow feet
if they quit shoppin’ with me, it was probably ’cause they owed me
i was bustin’ scripts and sellin’ ____, but that’s the old me
poured an eight, did twenty_four lines, rest in peace kobe
f_ckin’ with an argentine doctor that look like ginóbili

[part 11]

[verse 1: rmc mike]
e poured a deuce of tris up, this sh_t look like act’
i love her, but i can’t f_ck with her, my mama hooked on crack
every day i be in the field like a football mask
up the ten milli’ on my opp, that n_gga took off fast
she bad on camera, but in person, b_tch don’t even look all that
talkin’ to my b_tch, “it’s me and you, like why you cook all that?”
cut my uncle old ass off ’cause he was hooked on packs
if i was there when dude whipped out heat, i would’ve took dog strap

[verse 2: grindhard e]
rio got some red that look brown, why it look like that?
my white girl called lookin’ for pills like, “where the footb_lls at?”
whipped out the heat and you ain’t shoot, why you do all that?
if a n_gga threw some shots at us, then we threw some back
i heard you was up a hundred thousand, now you doin’ bad
my lil’ sister said her pieces hittin’, she ain’t usin’ cash
all the weed you servin’ bullsh_t, that’s why they call you last
i knew it wasn’t ‘za when he whipped out a plastic bag

[verse 3: freakyy t]
i knew he ain’t have it when he said he’d call right back
i got that sh_t on hand, i ain’t callin’ for racks
pick a n_gga b_tch up, then i’m sendin’ her back
even if i get it for the low, you still gettin’ taxed
and if i ever ran past your ho, you can get her back
if we ever had an altercation, then you gettin’ whacked
them young boys steppin’ on sh_t, ain’t no comin’ back
switches on them glizzies, ain’t no way you outrunnin’ that

[part 12]

[intro]
(f_ck the fire, we got grease)
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

[verse: grindhard e]
got a thin roll in my pocket, it’s all blue strips
what i made off distrokid, i could go and buy two bricks
my n_gga got a hundred thousand dollars, he hit two l!cks
i got a hundred rounds by my side between two clips
told my girl, “let’s get away,” she booked two trips
ain’t no way that i could fail, i got the blueprint
they found evidence on the scene, it was a shoe_print
would it hurt more if he get smoked or everybody that he cool with?
don’t matter how much i pay for the lean, i still abuse it
if it’s a couple bodies on the glock, i’ma have to two it
a fan seen me in traffic, tried to flag me down, almost got to shootin’
he seen i brought a pint, i said, “not for sale,” we almost got into it
went through my phone, i got a passcode, i don’t know how she got into it
tell the opps don’t k!ll the messenger, go and find the shooter
by the taste, i can tell you the weed strand, ’cause i’m a connoisseur
poured a three in a small pop, don’t need a lot of fluid
if i sell you a ‘bow for under five, the bag’s not included
that n_gga sayin’ he gon’ do somethin’ to me, but really not gon’ do it
i could show you how to set some sh_t on fire, hold up
i could show you how to blow some sh_t up, give me some lighter fluid (boom)
shot the gun once, but it jammed, man, i bet he said, “hallelujah”
this heat i got old, think it’s time to go buy me a new one
bein’ cautious, ’bout to catch my next sale, i might ride in an uber
i know a n_gga scam and do fraud, he might swipe me a computer
he hit one store for sixty racks, the clerk gotta be stupid
i made 60k sellin’ ‘bows, i had to grind to do it
makin’ money easy, the hardest part is the time you usin’

- grindhard e

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع