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vitals - grindhard e lyrics

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phone disconnected, i was talkin’ to the plug, i hit redial
prepared for anything, i got my lawyer up on speed dial
yeah, b*tch, i only went to court once and it was pretrial
got the case dismissed quick as h*ll, i gave ’em five thousand
pour the drank in the pop slow, watch it slide down it
if there’s a problem, catch a n*gga on his block, we gon’ slide down it
broke*ass n*ggas ain’t in the hood doin’ nothin’, they just ridin’ ’round it
try to start a problem, then you must wanna die about it
if i f*ck his b*tch, he ain’t gon’ do nothin’ but cry about it
beat a n*gga ass, if you ask, he gon’ lie about it
bought a qp and a pint, that was five thousand
i ain’t gon’ stop grindin’ ’til my bank account got five commas
nine bullies in the crib, i got a lot of dog sh*t
took his b*tch, i think he seen her with me, i know dog p*ssed
it ain’t my fault, she was on my d*ck, i couldn’t get her off it
had to tell my play that i’ll be there in a minute, quit callin’
’bout to take a trip ’cause i heard that [?][0:42] up in boston
my temper short, somebody said the wrong thing and i lost it
this sh*t i’m ridin’ in the car with, i gotta be cautious
went and slid right back past, seen the black and yellow tape that say caution
can’t believe this b*tch p*ssy wetter than a faucet
f*ck the bank, i hid like thirty racks up in my closet
my b*tch was washin’ clothes, she found like seven racks up in my joggers
my last b*tch said i wasn’t sh*t ’cause i dogged her
so many baby bottles in the crib, you would’ve thought i had a toddler
she thought i was finna pay for the p*ssy, guess i robbed her
got so many pills, i lied and told my auntie that i’m a doctor
this ho kept callin’ me while i was with my b*tch, so i blocked her
my mama seen my on tv one day, [?][1:13]
sh*t, in school, i almost got caught with marijuana in my locker
i made the police let me go because i lied and said that i’m a minor
he act like he scammin’ when he go ot, but he really the driver
he askin’ too many questions, pat him down, see if he wearin’ a wire
my lil’ n*gga smacked target up, now he headed to meijer
he’s drinkin’ plain promethazine, now he sayin’ that he tired
he think they gon’ ride or die for him, but he ain’t got no riders
i was ’boutta send my n*gga on the road but he ain’t got no license
call the plug, he said don’t worry about it, he gon’ overnight it
cup muddy, it look like craft beer, i poured a six of hi*tech
rollin’ blunts back*to*back, they like, “you still ain’t high yet?”
i heard they mans got smoked and they still ain’t ride yet
in the club thirty deep, it look like we ’boutta start a riot
b*tch tried to leave with me and my b*tch, she gettin’ sl*tted out at the hyatt
[?][1:47] then i’m not gon’ buy it
just looked at my dog obituary and i broke down cryin’
i ain’t gon’ lie, before the summer start, a lot of people dyin’
i’m ’bout to put a switch on my glock and increase the violence
get his name and find his information, it ain’t rocket science
that weed bullsh*t, put it out, it’s f*ckin’ up my sinus
anything i got, come and shop, i guarantee you like it
[?][2:06] swisher, now they tryna try it
he rolled it up, now he don’t even know what end to light it
i heard my n*gga f*ckin’ with the— but he still deny it
don’t let a b*tch too comfortable, she gon’ feel entitled
he got hit with an ar pistol, they think it’s a rifle
they ain’t know if he was dead or alive, they had to check his vitals

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