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grim - flow (ym) lyrics

[verse: flow]

a vampire named wolf, b-tch don’t get me started
i just hang in the woods so you can sleep in my coffin
and i only come out when my city the darkest
f-ck these local rappers give the city a orgy
you broke your girl heart
i d-cked her down and i fix her
writing spells in my head
sippin’ purple elixir
my rhymes are magical
they say i rap like a wizard
if you act like a chicken
you’ll get stabbed in your gizzard
got his first gun na’ he think he a k!ller
n-ggas in the race to die
well lets see who’s the winner
ummmmm..
are you the one gone do it for your set?
f-ck a gold medal, you gone get this rope around your neck
this might sound weird, but she got dope up in her crack
i’m smoking on that k!ll tryin’ to choke myself to death
higher than a angel, even heaven know whats up with me
a bad m-th-rf-cka, the devil know not to f-ck with me
i can’t lie
i love the way that she swallow
she say my d-ck the size of a heineken bottle
i said her p-ssy fatter than a heineken can
na’ bust it up open for lil watt’na
b-tch i’m trying to get you sponsored
d-mn!
guess its time to pray yall
n-gga push my b-tton like a m-th-f-ckin’ sp-ce bar
if life is a gamble then im coming for the ace card
brains on the pool table next to the 8 ball
nah! nah!!
i don’t need the chopper
boogie grab the fn and i’m a fill it up with chopper bullets
young money!
all you n-ggas losing confidence
they say i sound like wayne but i just take that as a compliment
two b-tches named nina
its hard for me to settle
silencers on the pistol let it sing to you falsetto
like, you already know you’re dead!
b-tch i’m a beast, i do this in my sleep
i’m a nightmare i hope you doo’doo in yo sheets
i father yall n-ggas, junior sit down
or go and k!ll yourself like junior seau
i can smell that you p-ssy boy
bullet open up yo chest like a f-ckin’ cookie jar
ill put this f-cking gun down and use my fist again
then golf yo -ss like phil mickelson
my people said if you f-ck with me you gotta die
i’m in wal-mart on cameras
thats my alibi
riding through the east, about to scope my brother rocky
every time i pop another xan, he pop another molly
yeah i said molly b-tch we get it by the tons
he knock them b-tches back
well i just rub it on my gums
man f-ck haters, i blow smoke at em’
then i grab my skateboard and try to go nose manual
bah!!!
tell me how that glock feel
shot him in the back of the head like on a bronx tale
im just lightin’ up my kush
d-mn!
i forgot rocky on the hook

[hook: rocky]
well you down to ride n-gga, well then its time to go!
i got a stock on that chopper watch how this b-tch unfold
i’m talking lock & load, na c-ck it back explode
i give a clip to a snitch, dope d-ck to these hoes

well you down to ride n-gga, well then its time to go!
i got a stock on that chopper watch how this b-tch unfold
i’m talking lock & load, na c-ck it back explode
i give a clip to a snitch, dope d-ck to these hoes

- flow ym lyrics

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