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grindhard e - on lock (fuck yo couch) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse]
cut the vacuum seal, let the odor out
my white boy just sold twenty ‘bows out a mobile house
shot the .308, f_ck around, threw my shoulder out
mike got a 41, he said he finna blow it out
i just sold some sh_t in third person, made a large amount
made twenty bands in a day, it was hard to count
my b_tch don’t like me drinkin’ lean, i drunk it anyway, all she did was pout
n_ggas i don’t f_ck with on the daily comin’ around, guess they chasin’ clout
when, what, where? i never seen a drought
when they say that word, i don’t know what the f_ck they talkin’ ’bout
b_tch said she love me, i don’t know what the h_ll she talkin’ ’bout
g_r_i_n_d hard, that’s without a doubt
beat this b_tch down, when we was f_ckin’, i made her shout it out
she said the d_ck was good, she went on instagram and shouted me out
you got some red, well, i got some purple, we can swap it out
i heard you ain’t run down on them n_ggas, you just shot the house
i feel like rick james right now, n_gga, f_ck your couch
bad b_tch ain’t make it to the bed, i f_cked her on the couch
when i stuck my tip in, all i heard was, “ouch”
my ogs tell me that i’m a bad mother— shut your mouth
trippin’, i just spent three hundred on a pair of socks
all these p_ssy_ass n_ggas dead, i need some brand_new opps
i got a lot of old money, but i got a brand_new glock
police kicked the door in twice, i still ain’t change the spot
my old b_tch still got my house keys, i need to change my locks
b_tch ain’t seen me since i had a fade, she told me that she like my locs
i got this gun on my hip, we is not gon’ box
dig a hole sixteen feet and put him in a box
got a gun, it ain’t got no bodies, call it young chop
my cousins love me, they came all the way from little rock
my young n_ggas shot at the vice, they got the hood hot
[?][1:23] to saginaw, that’s the hood spot
the weed that i got from a1 got the hood on lock
pour my drank in some juice, i quit usin’ pop
everybody say i need to slow down ’cause i use a lot
your n_ggas ain’t won in a minute, y’all lose a lot
better wake up, don’t snooze, ‘fore you lose your spot
you ain’t thinkin’ with your mind, you gon’ lose your top
i was sellin’ methamphetamine when coochie dropped
man, i swear her p_ssy wet as h_ll, her coochie drop
d_mn, that’s too much coochie
sold over a thousand pills when jay went and made them songs with uzi
i ain’t seen one in a minute, but i’ll use an uzi
stiff with my prices, hard to budge, you can never move me
i ain’t gotta put it on a scale, you can never fool me
when you get to askin’ for a front, that’s when you always lose me
told the cameraman, “get some b_roll, ’cause my life a movie”
grindhard, i be still grindin’, long nights with louie
lately, i been coppin’ burberry, but i might buy louis
mug me at a light and it’s gon’ turn into a drive_by shooting
n_ggas actin’ like they got it, but they really boosting
n_ggas actin’ like they know somethin’, but they really clueless
tryna play me, then you gotta be more than a little stupid
smoked all my a1, so i had to shop with lil stupid
smoked all my a1, so i had to shop with lil stupid

- grindhard e

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