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tellin' lies - grindz (mmf) lyrics

[verse 1: grindz]
what’s good my g?
this b-tch here wanna go beat
told her “f-ck off, i’m in ot”
like bando settings with reed
[?]
whopper, yeah, on fleek
whopper, roasting, aim on beat
don’t know whopper, soon gone greek
s-xy ting get no reply
grindz just shine, yeah, grindz gotta grind
chop down food like jackie chan
roll with heat like pakistan
clean up streets, like i got mine (all the time)
headshot season, don’t get pied
skeng on me, but i’ll still drive
we got skengs, you wanna fight
i don’t really understand
wanna do this? i don’t mind
on the churches with my nine
i’m not that guy
kfc, like don’t get fried
trap line [?]
ring my line, yeah, i supply
toking a opp pack, i’m f-cked, this one’s a percy
bad b-tch wan’ do me, came in her mouth ‘cuh the b-tch too thirsty
hop out the whip with the flu, sneezing, grindz got the lurkies
back out my skeng like shirley, perfect, sawed off ting like nursery
ting to his face, he’s frozen like he wan’ firm it
they, they talk a lot, yeah, back out my skeng, it’s scarier in person
his friend got got, i’m drinking my tea like kermit
money march on his block, got the magic stick like i’m merlin

[hook: f1]
we caught them n-gg-s, they just telling lies
screaming f-ck the other side, when i slide
they pattern gang but we pattern up guys, that’s my guys
they pattern gang, but we pattern up guys, free the guys
we caught them n-gg-s, they just telling lies
screaming f-ck the other side, when i slide
they pattern gang but we pattern up guys, that’s my guys
they pattern gang, but we pattern up guys, free the guys

[verse 2: hurricane]
and i roll with k!llers
and i roll with drillers
dargs right here, if you f-cking my business
young boys out selling white
two guns when it’s repping time
four gunners, yeah, in the ride
corn fly, you better stay inside
3 litre, yeah, on the glide
in the kitchen, whip a whole one
in the pyrex, yeah, i’m locking pies
when shots fly, yeah, we’re aiming high
it’s that southern part of kilburn
we ain’t playing, we ain’t children
see them slipping and we k!ll them
see them slipping and we drill them

[verse 3: 10]
when i jump out of dingers
i make big man dash when i back out the mash, i’m beating it off till it’s finished
if it weren’t for the maze on rb’s road that night, fam it would’ve been different
back in the box, bang, double locks, treating the opps like victims
them man love chat like b-tches, i swear they’re all thots
‘cus ‘016 i peppered my beef, now feds dem want me in cuffs
right now i’m on bail, might go jail, till the trap line can’t flop
the day before court, i phone up grindz and tell him where i’m hiding them drugs
i’m on the strip i don’t hide
how many times i been hr, rambo, tryna take a opps life
how many times i been hr, rambo, tryna take a opps life

- grindz mmf lyrics

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