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misfit - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(glo, d*mn, glo)

[verse]
all my life, i been a misfit
got a lot of sh*t i need stuffed, i need a big b*tch
tried to stop drinkin’ lean so many times, ah
tried to stop drinkin’ lean so many f*ckin’ times, but i can’t kick it
i just poured a dirty*ass pop
just poured a muddy*ass pop, watch me mix it
i can write, record my own song, and mix it
i can f*ck any b*tch i want, nonfiction
off a lot of drugs, but the lean my addiction
first time i sipped some actavis, i got addicted
i still can’t believe all my n*ggas got indicted
d*mn, i mean indicted
first time i seen a fiend od, it was frightening
my brother tried to steal my main fiend, we got to fighting
i’m rude and mean to these b*tches, but they like it
in tennessee with somе footb*lls, i’m not a titan
all i do is freestyle, i don’t really like writin’
you n*ggas intеrnet thugs, i don’t really like typin’
i’m finna shock the world like lightning
screamin’ on a beat, i ain’t no motherf*ckin’ hype man
how many sales i make today? probably like ten
you only poured a one in your pop, that b*tch lightskinned
i just hit the baddest b*tch, she was lightskinned
my clientele mostly all white, alright
my clientele mostly all white people, they pay the high end
got everybody breakin’ they necks tryna see what we ridin’ in
you got some exotic ‘bows for the low, alright
you got some ‘bows for the low, i’ll probably buy like ten
we been lookin’ for the opps, they been hidin’
f*ck donald trump, b*tch, i voted joe biden
i need to clean my system out, give me some niacins
f*ck some roxis, i’ll take a thousand vicodins
just went to hutch and bought a chain and spent ten racks
b*tch pulled up, where herself— alright
b*tch pulled up by herself, where your friends at?
my n*gga pulled up with my sale, he brought ten back
in the club solo with— alright
in the club solo with fifteen racks
you got fentanyl in your dope, where your fiends at?
d*mn, i just found a hundred pills in my jean jacket (sh*t)
just poured some tris in this pop, but—
just poured some tris in my sprite, now it’s dark as h*ll
slid on some opps in my whip, now my car for sale
i feel like rod wave, i got a heart for sale
here, you can have it
n*gga said he got exotic ‘bows, he was cappin’
i got my strap on me at all times, i am not lackin’
i’ll beat a n*gga ass, but i’m still not scr*ppin’
i heard that you got your man smoked, d*mn, what happened?
i just be sh*t talkin’, i ain’t rappin’
i f*ckin’ sleep good, i spent three thousand on my mattress
i’m thinkin’ real estate before i go and buy a patek
i know some n*ggas made some magic off of bassett
can’t take my b*tch nowhere, the ho—
can’t take my b*tch nowhere, the ho ratchet
all my n*ggas goofy, but they really ’bout that action
trippin’, i just spent a thousand up on fashion
i ain’t movin’ out the hood ’til i make a million outta mackin
they said, “e, can i get a deal? why you always taxin’?”
told him, “i’m short, so you can’t short me” and bust out laughin’
haha

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