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free da grim reaper freestyle - lil yachty lyrics

[intro]
ridin round wit a
ridin round wit it
ridin round
ridin round wit it

ridin round wit it judge give a n*gga the death sentence
i just spent a cool 38 on a few pendants
if i build a new house paint the roll with rose gold
my newest b*tch is way prettier than my old hoes
i never had n0body help me up in my darkest low
she was movin too fast, had her pour a four
we still countin new cash, at the bungalow
the youngest me was sellin wood, like a gigolo
the youngest me was juggin sh*t, tell her for the low
(?)
really saying sh*t that no one knows
free thе grim reaper tagging toes and sn*tching hoеs
had her turn around (?)
we dog white b*tches just because they made jim crowe
we going right a n*gga sh*t if they think it’s sweet
i really change yo life seen folks you’ll never meet
f*ck her from the back pull her wig she young meek
yea, they know my name
we hit him in his mouth now he iced it johnny dang (that was hard, ight come on)

it’s really us, if i ain’t know (?) i couldn’t trust em
try to set me up what the f*ck i should’ve bust em
shouldn’t have spread this n*gga b*tch, should’ve bust her
all i get is carrots like dw, arthur buster

i’m a salt shaker, back breaker, flow sweeper, hoe beater, door kicker, l!ck hitter, sack getter, bag flipper, wraith ripper, drank sipper, glock toter, b*tch thief
i really wipe a n*gga nose like i’m lil keed
really got that straight from the ground, like a plant seed
b*tches who take pictures in my crib that’s my pet peeve
b*tch you ain’t my b*tch can’t get much
a b*tch who ain’t my b*tch can’t get
a b*tch who ain’t my b*tch can’t get nothing
100 yards in my front yard they wondering why i’m rushing
hitting that b*tch from the back she get that stuffing
rip grandma she send me to church with all this cussing
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