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nitty gritty - chriszxl lyrics

aye, masked up in this b*tch, its a homicide
i can smell yo fear so i don’t see a point in tryna hide
cartier buffs, i can see though yo facade
all these n*ggas think they tough, until they see what’s on my side
just me and my pistol, and i bet we’ll still beat all yo guys
and shorty wan me f*ck her till she crippled, cause she see i’m on the rise
choppa hit you, knock yo brain up out the frame now i can see yo mind
and ain’t n0body better in the game then rell, me and von

won’t walk out the house if i left my heat behind
shawty think i love her, she don’t know that shе a p*wn
she can’t see the signs
put some lеad up in his head, it’s redefined
and i suggest you drop your location, or we gon’ meet your moms
lemme tell y’all the story bout a n*gga talkin’ sh*t on live
seen that n*gga in real life, i was rey square up
n*gga couldn’t even keep his head up, he just kept walking by
ever since then he been quiet
to this day he don’t, and didn’t say anything
shorty said she want me in her throat, give her my jimmy dean
f*cked her, now she cappin’ boutta kid like this b*tch billie jean
imma get my bag by any means
talkin down on gang, me and my strap gon intervene
drop a 30 in the lean
shorty think she grabbin’ on my d*ck, wait till she see what’s in my jeans
gettin’ to the green, it’s in my genes
with the action like a figurine
choppa wit the racket, like a tennis team
and we can get to blastin, or we can get to scr*ppin, like we in a ring
b*tch i’m down with anything
in her mouth like listerine
give her water, slip in a bean
at his house like i’m trick or treatin’, let this bl!cky sing
that’s what he get for claimin’ that he in the streets
demons in my mind, i’m just tryna find inner peace

shoot him in his stomach make him take a sh*t like lil reese
lemme chill, but listen
glock wit extensions
i can shoot that b*tch from distance
slidin’ on yo block, like my glock, when i stick the clip in
shawty said she want my c*ck, i stick the tip in
i’m up in her ribs and i’m too high to tell when i’m gon’ finish
if i’m beefin’ wit yo friend, you gon’ die if you don’t mind yo business
puttin’ all my pressure on her spine, i’m tryna bend it
did so much sh*t in my life i’m suprised i don’t got a sentence
gettin’ to the digets, i’m in h*ll, i’m by the entrance
and if you k!ll me first, imma find a way to walk the earth again, to get my vengeance
just beginning like a intermission
i just popped the perc it got my innards trippin’
flipping, twistin’
b*tch i’m in the kitchen, cookin’ up crack to give to yo sister
peter piper, how i picked her
drugs put holes inside my liver
n*ggas claim i’m trash, but steal my sound, b*tch why you hypocritin’?
you’re a fibber, i can tell that you ain’t really wit it
choppa like master shifu, how dat b*tch getta kickin’
thought he gotta perc, but i gave that n*gga some ibuprofen
bro just hit my phone and asked me why this sh*t not hittin’
choppa getta sparkin’, yeah this sh*t get really litty
let’s get jiggy
shorty kept puttin dem in my face, so i bit her titty
all them glocks you got is itty bitty
let’s get to the nitty gritty
b*tch i’m in yo state i’m in yo city, uh

- chriszxl lyrics

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