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justin grindley - quay is your problem ii كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
f_ck me! how has it already been half a decade of me being imperial valley’s best rapper alive? (you mean “worst?”)
i shall commemorate by being offensive (edgy boy)
i already know i’m going to regret this (you said that 5 years ago)
yeah n_gga, f_ck joe… (that n_gga chickened out this time)
uhh, mama, joe mama, f_ck joe mama, n_gga (bye then)
but hey, don’t let the loss get to you, camel toe
you don’t even have to storm the capitol
because you’ll be in there certifying your own opponent’s win
i think if you just refuse to do it, that’ll cancel it (grindley produces more heat than an incandescent bulb)
psst, i see dead people…casting votes (d_mn)
i still don’t like how 5 out of the 6 letters of your _____ name are the same as that of this ____ girl who went to my…never mind
(bro, quay is your problem?) “quay is my problem?” quay is your problem?
haha, i still got it (quay)

[verse 1]
i lose sleep about becoming a has_been cuz my sh_t is boring (conscious rapper)
so i become too mad (twomad) and hit the morphine (rip n_gga)
and once i’m deceased for fin, a guy will just be mourned through memes (am i a joke?)
all the more reason to try and score given (been single for how long?)

recent events, like the playoff of the dodgers season (freaking yankees)
or my hometown, the wildcats’ raping the spartans’ rear ends (b_town)
or donald trump finally taking the popular voting (landslide)
or jake paul reaming the ancient mike tyson (rigged)
the thing is, this girl plays for the wrong team (you missing out)
i mean, she’s f_cking ___ for the __________ (f_cking ______)
i’ll clarify quay these bars mean later in the song (it gets worse), mean…
while, i’m sidney sean rolling in my bicyclist_k!lling (bikebrains)

environment_k!lling, tiny_d_ck_compensating (yeehaw)
assault silverado _launch_, or tech n_gga in the lambo
hope it leaves some kids alive _honk_ so i can give them bottles of
baby oil courtesy of “diddy” sean combs (you a .pdf)

if i’m sean paul reyes and you aim to be paul blart (freedom of press)
it will be a fatal mistake on your part (fafo)
like swinging a nissan sentra in cattle call park (learn how to drift)
walking down g and 2nd streets without a smallarm (boom)

or being an acorn that fell on a cop car (shots fired)
and that is shocking (stocking), like the metal shelves at walmart _shock_ (ow)
’24 has been so fatuous, i named the bar/verse count after it (shut up, nerd)
i’ve been a bachelor of [bar]ology for a while, but now i think i’ve mastered it (senior release)

my debut single was quite the sh_t, eh? (yeah, it slapped on mute)

[hook 1]
i’ve yet to be hailed for my lyrics, quay is the vets’ problem? (where’s my flowers?)
or railed for my lyrics, quay is the critics’ problem? (zero)
not even jailed for my lyrics, quay is the cops’ problem? (oink oink)
let alone k!lled for my lyrics, quay is the opps’ problem? (pull up)
call me a gym membership, because i’m difficult to cancel (i’m committed)
i’ve got the pad on the pad, and i assault the pencil (it’s actually onenote)
at this point, i should be placed on a watchlist (do not approach)
until we figure out: quay is my problem? (quay is it?)

[verse 2]
why did that f_ggot liam payne die? (i dunno, why?) cuz he fell off! (pfft)
oh man, his fans grown up to be dyk_s gon be sh_llshocked (and i grew up with them)
they don’t call them paink!llers for nada (payne k!llers)
seems a 1/5 direction couldn’t handle a 1/5 of vodka (bro, bro, stop, i can’t)

but no, for real, i’m mangled by homie’s death (i need copium)
sad god didn’t take that ultra_f_ggot harry styles instead (even better, take all 5)
eh, at least he took that f_ggot nex benedict (packwatch)
and no, the s_x/gender distinction never existed (biology 101)

hey pancake rapper, take notes from kendrick on nuking (meet the macdonalds?)
an effeminate embarrassment to a genre essential to you (actually, that’s you, dave)
or from upchurch on dissing a soorry_ass canadian whose (eh)
supposed career is aboot fighting authoritarian rule (f_ck the system)

yet, buddy praises the “blue lives matter” terrorist group (bootl!ckers)
not to be a token, because f_ck token, but just like nickle (backpack rapper)
i still respect your grind, tom, though, am i right_wing? no (constitutionalist, baby)
now step in the booth, respond to that oldhead on youtube (lethal sucks, part 3)
nothing against my fellow valley emcees (best of the west coast)
i f_ck heavy with jodeci, but, just like a non_powerlifter, n_gga (i need my s_b_d)
f_ck the big 3! it’s just big grindley! (bum!)
they not like justin! they want my punch! (d_mn!)

if jodi is serious about wanting to be unalived (literally every song)
he precisely needs a wife named arias who keeps a knife (quicker than drugs)
and if i can’t acquire a spot as 805’s headliner (come on, b_town)
then i’ll drop sh_t, no diaper, that will make nate shyer (did i really just say this about a fellow gym lad?)

[hook 2]
can i please get hailed for my lyrics, quay is the vets’ problem? (who are you?)
or railed for my lyrics, quay is the critics’ problem? (you’re not controversial)
not even jailed for my lyrics, quay is the cops’ problem? (n0body’s offended)
let alone k!lled for my lyrics, quay is the opps’ problem? (why you talking to yourself?)

call me a gym membership, because i’m difficult to cancel (they really do be)
i’ve got the pad on the pad, and i assault the pencil (you don’t even write, though)
at this point, i should be placed on a watchlist (for thought crime?)
until we figure out: quay is my problem? (haha, haha, ha, ha)

[verse 3]
i embarrass my amigos more than that f_ggot raul ureña (latinx)
embarrasses calexico, though i’m a fan of his agenda (prolly getting fired for saying this)
and all my true gym lads are hoping crossfart do sink (they sure do stink)
further down as abyss (a biz) as lazar ðukić (rip bozo)

speaking of a fitness crisis, imagine losing your daughter (rest in power)
cuz teach was pushing her hard (let’s go, brandon!), maybe this time, when i say i’m
________ my ____, i do mean that kind of “________ my ____” _gunfire_
yeah, i sent those _______, putting all the _______ on lock…

down (arrest me), so i can zoom_troll calls like during simpler times (4 years ago, man)
with that fictional virus, hey olatunji and paul (and mr b_st__lity)
let’s start the next plandemic with lunchly’s mold (and that sterility drink)
or i guess gaza protestors can also do the job (campers)

i love that my n_gga metro sampled (n_gga got good taste)
rodney o’s and joe cooley’s retro instrumental (again)
if anything is everlasting, it ain’t that metros_xual (he’s a pedo as well)
drake who i’m sure has since been mentally mangled (feels bad)

now, tying back to my previous libretto (please don’t)
i’m on the bench seeing 2 braindead _______ vegetables (_______)
but one thinks she’s a _____, should get a s_x change for a _______ (ok justin, you’re going too far)
and since losing our gym lad sergio in westmorland (keep hitting prs in heaven)

no more rear_wheel_drive scion in the rear parking (86 or brz)
just that ____, dent magnet, front_wheel_drive jalopy (you know the one)
ok, so i can’t make that ______ like boys (conversion therapy)
but that’s ok, because her ____, my ______ (justin, why the f_ck would you say that?)

wait, this is “quay is your problem,” we need an unnecessary fast rap part! (ho, ho, ho, ho)

[bridge]
oh, how do i cope with this, i know, jack off, moan to chappell roan, hey _____, let’s bone, straighten your mons pubis till you yack and groan (i’m actually serious)
ima steal your not_for_sale booty and pass it off as my own, yeah, receiving stolen property like they did to alex jones (f_ck the constitution, i guess)
thinking they the defecation, they not even the flatulence, n_ggas getting salty like the fans of megan thee stallion (pop star)
please free tory lanez so, this time, bro can aim for the femoral artery, man, this year, lots of n_ggas and n_gguettes deceased of late (or is it just me?)

rip, at least, to those with whom i f_cked, i’d say we add the f_cktard cheating wh0re _______ ______ to that list to ease the pain (even god doesn’t want you around, ___)
ok, i think i just created cause for feds to seize my bars, we got justin grindley on trial for threats before gta vi (hurry up, rockstar)
§ 11.402 25 cfr, but, just like the tesla cybertrash, that charge is a weak_ass frame (drop it like the tow hitch)
now to brainstorm outlandish sh_t for my ’25 bingo card, like a true merry christmas, i get…

[hook 3 (x1.5)]
hailed for my lyrics, quay is the vets’ problem? (i dunno)
or railed for my lyrics, quay is the critics’ problem? (quay is it?)
not even jailed for my lyrics, quay is the cops’ problem? (can’t say)
let alone k!lled for my lyrics, quay is the opps’ problem? (h_llo?)

call me a gym membership, because i’m difficult to cancel (cuz n0body cares to)
i’ve got the pad on the pad, and i assault the pencil (and it #metoo’d me)
at this point, i should be placed on a watchlist (bolo, bozos)
until we figure out: quay is whose problem? (justiiiiiiin!)

mispr_nounce “que?” ¿quay es su problema? (no sabo)
acorn on cop car? quay is its problem? (officer down)
______ _________? quay is quay’s problem? (no, for real)
getting away with this since ’19. quay the f_ck is y’all’s problem?

[ending]
oh, and i’m just playing, david and nathanial, you know i love you
dedicated to dad

- justin grindley

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