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grindhard e – street fighter كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
alright

[verse]
precise when i aim, i think i can shoot a dragonfly
i got a down b_tch, if she catch me cheatin’, i’ma have to lie
i been ignorin’ all my hoes, they keep askin’ why
popped a z and went and f_cked my ex, i don’t remember why
i ain’t gon’ lie, this rap sh_t is a different life
you got your chain out the mall, i shop with hutch, we got different ice
a n_gga try to put his hands up with me, he gon’ be meetin’ christ
you went and got your ass beat, i drunk some syrup, it was two different fights
twenty thousand on me, i was talkin’ ’bout a different night
got a nickel on me, an hour ago, i had made a dime
got fifteen racks and your broke_ass ain’t made a dime
d_mn, i’m talkin’ ten cents
i hope the lil’ b_tch can suck d_ck, she got big lips
i hope this other b_tch got good p_ssy, she got big hips
i got a white b_tch with a little booty, she got big tits
i’ma be honest, i ain’t got time for no big b_tch
all my n_ggas turnt, b_tch, show me who your friends is
doa, it was lethal, gotta check the forensics
i just got some retro off_whites, but they vintage
ridin’ in all_black coupe and it’s tinted
i just took a n_gga sh_t, he was timid
the weed that me and you smoke, it’s a difference
bought some new exclusive yeezys, ’cause to me, they look different
got my ice on, but when the lights on, it hit different
put your flash on, you can look at it and take a picture
last time i drunk some plain promethazine, i don’t remember
i be f_ckin’ hoes that you be tryna talk to on tinder
you ain’t smell the drank when you got it, then you must be a beginner
you see a n_gga ’round me, then he must be a member
why you always actin’ like you got it? you pretendin’
woke up this mornin’, checked my pocket and put ten in
had to change my jeans, the first pair, it couldn’t fit in
b_tch, i’m on the starting five, you a sixth man
you grew up ’round n_ggas petty hustlin’, i was with brick men
get a n_gga gone, ’cause i was really with the hitmen
i hung around n_ggas robbin’, too, they rob brick mans
on the block all f_ckin’ day like a big man
b_tch, don’t you see this fast car that i’m in? you better get in
all my whips paid for, ain’t none of ’em rented
you constipated, i guess our bowels loose, ’cause we been sh_ttin’
i just seen the plug with a bird, not a pigeon
i just smoked a zip of a1, now i’m lifted
fans say i got a way with words, that i’m gifted
cut into a chick like, “you look good, let me hit it”

- grindhard e

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