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aaaah - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
grindhard

[verse]
i just poured a deuce of tris in a pineapple faygo
i just bought an ak*47, it’s a draco
it ain’t nowhere in flint where i can’t go (nowhere)
n*ggas out here sendin’ death threats, i’m still waitin’ on ’em (where you at?)
thirty in the clip for ’em (yeah)
it’s easy to get these n*ggas touched, put a b*tch on ’em (baow)
no, i’ma do it by myself and just sit on ’em
told the plug i need to see him asap, i got a big order (right now)
is you an alpo or a rich porter? (huh?)
n*gga play with me, he gon’— ahh
n*gga play with me, he gon’ die by tomorrow morning
light scr*pe, i just gave 5k to my lawyer (for nothin’)
bad b*tch, so i gotta spoil her
actavis, this is not no morton
last plug got deported, now i’m back recordin’
just drunk the last deuce of act’, now it’s back to morton (f*ck)
i could buy a brick, remember times i couldn’t buy a quarter
i rather balenciagas and off*whites, but i still buy jordans and forces
all white, servin’— hold on, let me get the mic right
all white, servin’ all whites, i could’ve got life
sh*t, now my life great
i just did two or three features and made 5k (yeah)
that’s where i park, who the f*ck is that in my driveway? (who the f*ck?)
oh, that’s my cousin, she just pulled up with some more drank (what’s good?)
just drunk a pint, this another eight (another?)
me, wock— ahh
me, wockeisha and patricia kept fightin’, so we all went our separate ways (alright)
it’s been a whole week, i’m tryna find my baes (where you at?)
if you ain’t know, i was talkin’ ’bout drank
i’m in love with eight different hoes, they all gettin’ a name
in december, when it get cold outside, i’ma cop me a chain (i’m goin’ to hutch)
told this lil’ b*tch f*ck drivin’ a boat, can you fly a plane? (can you?)
used to listen to gucci, now i rock gucci now (gucci mane)
barrel get four hundred degrees like juvenile
i could make a b*tch— ahh (i can’t say that)
f*ckin’ with yn jay, i done turned to a coochie scout
she was bad in high school, she a dookie now
picked her up, blew a blunt with her, and she blew me down (yeah)
told unc’ don’t forget about me when the blues around
ain’t talk to him in a month or two, i been losin’ out (sh*t)
plr, fn, and drac’, them my go*to
glock 26 and 43, i still own two (i do)
word to my n*gga stan dro, he like poles too (poles too)
yeah, i heard my nephew took your— ahh
yeah, i heard my nephew took your strap, what you gon’ do? (huh?)
sh*t, he took my sh*t too, that’s a bold move
they say you still mad at twan for takin’ your heat, that sh*t old news
h*ll yeah, if you were my nephew, i would’ve smoked dude

- grindhard e lyrics

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