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street fighter - grindhard e lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
alright

[verse]
precise when i aim, i think i can shoot a dragonfly
i got a down b*tch, if she catch me cheatin’, i’ma have to lie
i been ignorin’ all my hoes, they keep askin’ why
popped a z and went and f*cked my ex, i don’t remember why
i ain’t gon’ lie, this rap sh*t is a different life
you got your chain out the mall, i shop with hutch, we got different ice
a n*gga try to put his hands up with me, he gon’ be meetin’ christ
you went and got your ass beat, i drunk some syrup, it was two different fights
twenty thousand on me, i was talkin’ ’bout a different night
got a nickel on me, an hour ago, i had made a dime
got fifteen racks and your broke*ass ain’t made a dime
d*mn, i’m talkin’ ten cents
i hope the lil’ b*tch can suck d*ck, she got big lips
i hope this other b*tch got good p*ssy, she got big hips
i got a white b*tch with a little booty, she got big tits
i’ma be honest, i ain’t got time for no big b*tch
all my n*ggas turnt, b*tch, show me who your friends is
doa, it was lethal, gotta check the forensics
i just got some retro off*whites, but they vintage
ridin’ in all*black coupe and it’s tinted
i just took a n*gga sh*t, he was timid
the weed that me and you smoke, it’s a difference
bought some new exclusive yeezys, ’cause to me, they look different
got my ice on, but when the lights on, it hit different
put your flash on, you can look at it and take a picture
last time i drunk some plain promethazine, i don’t remember
i be f*ckin’ hoes that you be tryna talk to on tinder
you ain’t smell the drank when you got it, then you must be a beginner
you see a n*gga ’round me, then he must be a member
why you always actin’ like you got it? you pretendin’
woke up this mornin’, checked my pocket and put ten in
had to change my jeans, the first pair, it couldn’t fit in
b*tch, i’m on the starting five, you a sixth man
you grew up ’round n*ggas petty hustlin’, i was with brick men
get a n*gga gone, ’cause i was really with the hitmen
i hung around n*ggas robbin’, too, they rob brick mans
on the block all f*ckin’ day like a big man
b*tch, don’t you see this fast car that i’m in? you better get in
all my whips paid for, ain’t none of ’em rented
you constipated, i guess our bowels loose, ’cause we been sh*ttin’
i just seen the plug with a bird, not a pigeon
i just smoked a zip of a1, now i’m lifted
fans say i got a way with words, that i’m gifted
cut into a chick like, “you look good, let me hit it”

- grindhard e lyrics

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