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effortless - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn it, homie, i’m comin’ up)

[verse 1: alee]
i’m higher than a plane, first*class, you n*ggas flyin’ spirit
b*tch brought the bands back, i went straight to gary
n*ggas ain’t gon’ slide on sh*t ’cause they too scary
lookin’ for my n*gga rick, i need some more cherry
in the d lookin’ for some ‘za, let me call barry
chrome heart, but my pants made by amiri
bookbag on ’cause the money, i couldn’t even carry it
if my n*gga got some drank, guarantee he sharin’ it
first gun that i ever got, i really had to cherish it
i used to rock big clothes, man, that sh*t embarassin’
walk around with a big knot, man, this sh*t hilarious
every time you hear me cough, then i need my medicine
get a n*gga ass stretched quick, now he need an ambulance
hit the drank with some sh*t, you can’t even smell it
dog got stuck with some ‘bows, he can’t even sell it
up a roll on them hoes, h*ll yeah, i’m selfish
got a gucci bubble coat on with the big letters
i’ll pull the car out right now, it’s a b*tch catcher
five*sixes left a n*gga like a bench*presser
if the whip don’t get attention, bet the kit catch her
f*ck around and drink the whole pint, we ain’t even measure
[verse 2: grindhard e]
f*ck this n*gga b*tch, i think he kinda knew, but he could never catch her
when i get this ‘za in, ain’t gotta smell it ’cause it’s always pressure
it’s a l!ck on the floor, i had to think like it’s now or never
drink a pint of akorn, but the hi*tech and quali’ be better
michigan weed good, but i f*ck with my plug from cali ’cause his quality better
you can come and shop, but gotta pull up in a timely matter
hide the tris in the grape everfresh ’cause you gotta be clever
my n*gga keep f*ckin’ up, i keep tellin’ him, “you gotta do better”
grindhard 4 money a lifestyle, i threw it on the sweater
took my chain off my neck and pulled them racks out my pocket and threw it on the dresser
n*gga reach for anything, he doa or leavin’ on a stretcher
poured an eight in one pop in front of my mama, she gave me a lecture
pourin’ out the pint, don’t need no bottle, we ain’t tryna measure
it’s more lean in the pop than the pop, it’s gon’ taste like medicine
my n*gga caught a body, they dropped all the charges ’cause they ain’t have no evidence
b*tch f*cked forty*five n*ggas, now she say she celibate
lame n*gga tried to diss me for some fame and he still ain’t relevant
i grind hard without tryin’, man, this sh*t be effortless

- grindhard e lyrics

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