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danny phatom - grind2hard osh'a lyrics

holdin’ on, it’s very hard to do it
soldier on, and that’s the life
holdin’ on, it’s very hard to do it
(pick up, mason)
if osh’a want rapping, i probably be jacking and scammin’
and dressing up like danny phantom
n*ggas be b*tches and closing the door when they in
bet i find my way in, like i’m santa
he not a og, man, that boy a hoe g
what’s done in the streets supposed to stay in the streets
yeah, i used to hit l!cks and go f*ck dominique
that booster bae messy, but she keep it neat
this givenchy and louie
who would think we was poor on the floor watching peter and stewie?
word around town, man, them n*ggas get down
for we broke a pound, we was saving up doobiеs
i used to feel stuck, outta luck, with a hole in my chucks
selling grams, tryna gеt me a cutie
no one around, i felt just like a clown
looking down at the ground, with my face looking droopy
oh, that boy say he can give you the world
well, come f*ck with me, bae, i’m the universe
yeah, i like how yo’ diamonds be hitting, but you don’t compare
i’m the diamond that’s in the dirt
i can go where i’m from, but lil’ n*gga, you can’t
’cause you really a b*tch from the outskirts
when i’m hitting, yo’ b*tch make her outbursts
i’m the reason she saying her mouth hurt, ugh!
she wanna be mcqueen, alexander
but i don’t go no feelings, no feelings, no feelings
you ain’t did sh*t for a n*gga, so like the feds
he act like i don’t know n*ggas
it’s supposed to be you and i, but i’m not saying no vowels
’cause osh’a never owe n*ggas
you didn’t believe in me, dowg
and that hurt my feelings, no, crowd, i’ma show n*ggas
yeah, i love my lil’ daughter, her daddy a b*tch n*gga
didn’t want to step ’til i stepped in, yo, he a f*ck n*gga so i call him fn
he gotta get hit with that fn
when i talk i’ma talk with my chest
he a hoe, so that lil’ n*gga talk with his chest in
i don’t like to vent, so i’m venting to god in this mic, it’s that sh*t that i kept in
we can do drive, but lil’ brother, we must hit out target
let’s pop out and give that boy h*ll
f*ck a revolver, lil’ brother, we need more than six
put a bag on the glock for the sh*ll
best keep a rocket, yo patna been plotting
on the low n*gga dirty mackin pocket watching
all out of favors, my n*gga
and i don’t feel sorry, i got it but i ain’t really got it
we can do drive but, lil’ brother, we must hit our target
let’s pop out and give that boy h*ll
f*ck a revolver, lil’ brother, we need more than six
put a bag on the glock for the sh*ll
best keep a rocket, yo patna been plotting
on the low n*gga dirty mackin’ pocket watching
all out of favors, my n*gga
and i don’t feel sorry, i got it but i ain’t really got it

- grind2hard osha lyrics

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