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how dare you - grindhard e & rmc mike lyrics

[verse 1: grindhard e]
i ain’t where i wanna be, but i’ma get there
my n*gga still f*ckin’ with the— he bought a big square
the trap boom harder than a b*tch, but i can’t sit there
boys got behind us, just drove past fast, i said, “woo,” i feel like ric flair
night at the westin, you might see me with your b*tch there
got caught cheatin’, so i bought my b*tch a big bear
you would never catch me shootin’ up a crib, it might be kids there
i just got some old hi*tech, man, this sh*t rare
somebody just called me with some more drank, but i don’t even care
you pull up to my crib, don’t call, i’ma act like i ain’t evеn there
knock up on the door, havе my b*tch lie and say, “he ain’t even here”
in god i trust, but on this earth, ain’t no man i fear
this b*tch looked at my ice, said my neck look like a chandelier
you n*ggas’ diamonds cloudy, they ain’t that clear
why you starin’ at the drank? (huh?)
why you lookin’ at my pop? you wanna know what i just poured? it’s an eight in here
left the lean in the car on accident, the sun turned it clear
got to the bottle, opened it up like this can’t be real (f*ck)
her ass look too fat, man, it can’t be real
he ain’t real, if he get jammed up, he gon’ take a deal
lookin’ over your shoulders every day ain’t the way to live
talkin’ ’bout if he ain’t tell ’em what he did, they was gon’ take his kids
how the f*ck you let ’em scare you?
you even told on your own family members, man, how dare you?
[verse 2: rmc mike]
d*mn, you told on your fam, you should die for it
i just found a pint of act’, i almost cried for it
told my b*tch, “they say the truth hurt” and almost lied to her
but i love the b*tch, i swear, one day, i punched a dyk* for her
plus she got that wet*ass p*ssy that you would die for
you let that man get away with some sh*t i would’ve slide for
oops, i mean slid for
hit a six of tris with some sh*t, he drunk a thin four
four*nicky hit him in his face, left a chin sore
yeah, i appreciate the riches ’cause i been poor
put me in the game and drop forty like a big scorer
i wouldn’t put my d*ck near that b*tch, she a big wh0re
and no, i cannot f*ck you for an hour, i’m not fit for it
pin her to the ground, f*ckin’ hard, talkin’ sh*t to her
made a hundred in the o off four cities, that’s a quick tour
only shot the fifty*cal nine times, it got some kick to it
my arab got a f*ckin’ rocket launcher, he my rich shooter
i just hit my n*gga main b*tch with a pit maneuver
i can make a f*ckin’ plane flip with the sh*t i’m shootin’
sip so much drank, it come out purple when i p*ss fluids
i knew the b*tch had some good p*ssy from her hip movement
scoot had a hundred rounds on him, made him quit shootin’
if you ain’t made at least a hundred thou’, boy, you big stupid
my plug said he got a hundred pounds he finna ship to me (sh*t)

- grindhard e rmc mike lyrics

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