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liq & licks - grip lyrics

[verse 1: grip]
look, we was ridin’ in the air
p-ss around the liq, plottin’ on a l!ck
mama raised me better, never ever thought it’d come to this
no cents, equals n-ggas with no sense
f-ck around and get your door kicked, while you posted at the gig
we rummagin’ through your crib
lookin’ for the prized possessions
better hide your necklace
got a chip on my shoulder, the size of texas
my life came crashin’ down, and i’m surprised i survived the wreckage
now i’m here to apply the methods of the wild and reckless
young and restless
brung them weapons
just in case
in and out that b-tch without a trace
take the ski mask and hide your face

[chorus: grip]
i’m talking liquor and l!cks
n-gga, yeah that’s it
with the homies we schemin’
tryna’ come up quick
in old schools with my fools
we gon’ hit this patrol
might pull up to your crib
i hope n0body home

i’m talking liquor and l!cks
n-gga, yeah that’s it
with the homies we schemin’
tryna’ come up quick
in old schools with my fools
we gon’ hit this patrol
might pull up to your crib
i hope n0body home

[verse 2: grip]
woke up early this morning
dollar signs on my mind
let me open my blinds
wake and bake, rise and shine
n-gga pockets is sick
let me hit up my bros
my gon’ cop us some liq
we gon’ kick in some doors
everything should go smooth
if we just stick to the code
if we pull this sh-t off
we gon’ get us some goals
might just hit up the mall
we gon’ get us some clothes
we gon’ sh-t on these n-ggas, and we gon’ pick up some hoes
you know how that sh-t goes
play the game like your s’pose
stay ahead of my foes, and breaking bread with my woes
i ain’t got the kinda time to be worried ’bout no b-tch hoe, no
[?]
last time a n-gga hit a l!ck, we stole the pack
broke it down and got that sh-t off in my culdesac
from them zips, half 7’s to them 3-5’s
young n-ggas tryna’ come up on the east side

i’m talking liquor and l!cks
n-gga, yeah that’s it
with the homies we schemin’
tryna’ come up quick (come up quick)
in old schools with my fools
we gon’ hit this patrol (‘trol)
might pull up to your crib
i hope n0body home

[verse 3: tut]
do what you need to do
so you can do what you wanna baby
bend the corners, better slingin’ quarters back with the pack
baby take an artist back, [?]
hangin’ out with mr. coopa
[?], how you let a n-gga make it out the [?]
[?], i don’t need your b-tch, a n-gga been havin’ hoes
youngest bosses, i’m in my office, back to winner, we done took our losses
tired of seein’ n-ggas layed up coffins, while we out here get paid rockin’ nice -ss watches
drinkin’ champagne, and you drink from the faucet
i’m drinkin’ champagne and you drink from the faucet
hotter than rihanna in the middle of august
n-gga it’s a hazard we don’t hold no punches
we all gon’ eat, f-ck your free lunches, n-gga
back on the scene
with a back pack full of that sticky icky green
i’m a stash that, if i gotta, gotta make a [?]
holla at your boy, man i got what you need

- grip lyrics

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