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lirik lagu dope donny - 90 day grind

[intro: ysr gramz]
i’m on a n— yeah, b~tch (nito, what up, my n~gga?)
ysr, n~gga, yung sak runner sh~t
ysr
yeah, you know what the f~ck goin’ on, n~gga
ysr, yung sak runner sh~t, free the gang, n~gga
ah (nito)

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i’m on a ninety~day grind, f~ck shoppin’ at neiman’s (f~ck shoppin’)
i’m in a f~ckin’ h~llcat, but i’m ridin’ with demons (i’m ridin’ in demons)
we know we popped that n~gga up ’cause we heard him screamin’ (heard him screamin’)
soon as we leave the o, then we goin’ to phoenix (goin’ to phoenix)
why the f~ck you wife that b~tch? she be eatin’ s~m~n (she be eatin’ d~ck)
if she a real~ass b~tch, she get еvery s~m~n (shе get every one)
a n~gga play, he gettin’ k!lled, send his ass to jesus (sent his ass to jesus)
that money got me gettin’ fat like that n~gga p (sh~t)
i’m a motherf~ckin’ trapper like that n~gga jeezy (i’m a trapper)
you better take that gun from him, he ain’t even squeeze it (mm)
you know a n~gga had it hard, but i made it look easy (made it look easy)
shootin’ dice in a bas~m~nt with lil’ beezy (sh~t)
she a fool with that head, she a headhunter (she a headhunter)
i’ll never tell on gang, i am not no gunna (i am not gunna)
you ain’t tough, lil’ n~gga, you just a store runner (you’s a store runner)
if the police catch you up, you better not say nothin’ (you better not say sh~t)
[verse 2: dope donny]
get that bag, that’s that blueprint
i can’t hang with no new n~ggas ’cause they too sketch (nah)
lately, i been makin’ all the calls, i’m the new ref (what?)
trap talk music make a n~gga wanna two~step
had to slow it down, i ain’t tryna catch a fed case
n~gga walk around with all that money, call it dead weight
beam on a pole turn a n~gga to a redface (boom~boom~boom)
b~tch, i’m in love with the money, [?]
taxin’ for the wock’ in the north, had to hit the south (hit the south)
‘member all them b~tches tried to play me like a slouch (woo)
know they want a n~gga, she can’t even buy a couch (woo)
one pair of kicks can pay the rent up on your house, ayy
charger in the [?], i’m in traffic with the bimmer (the bimmer)
n~gga tried to run down, i shot him in his femur (ooh)
boss a b~tch up, i done turned her to a creamer (woo)
hit her from the back and i’ma stuff her like a zinger (nito)

[verse 3: grindhard e]
we ot, i think my b~tch irritated, i ain’t bring her
put my phone on do not disturb and turned off the ringer
it be drama, got b~tches fightin’, feel like jerry springer
couldn’t tell if the drank was real, i threw it in the freezer
police come around askin’ questions, act like i just caught amnesia
gotta be plugged in with me if i look out for a feature
givin’ lessons how to grind hard, i’m consultin’, i’m the teacher
[?], repent for my sins, my old fiend was a preacher
i been searchin’ for a new plug anywhere to get it cheaper
you don’t see it on me, then it’s close, it’s probably meant for me to leave it
n~gga play, i’ma leave his brains on the cement
the reason i ain’t got no kids, b~tches always swallow s~m~n
lookin’ at me in my eyes while she suck it, she a demon
anything that come out my mouth i either did or i seen it
i’ll throw all this sh~t away over my family and i mean it
n~ggas d~i~e, f~ck tit~for~tat or gettin’ even (yeah, come on, bankroll)
[verse 4: bankroll dilu]
six months straight stackin’ up, i’m finna touch a ticket (right now)
how you slap the bag out and you ain’t got no ticket? (yeah)
stay down and stack my sh~t up and then come through trippin’ (come on)
if you don’t got no bag, b~tch, better keep your distance (b~tch)
and if we get the drop, b~tch, then we finna squeeze it (fah~fah~fah)
we don’t do no rentin’, i don’t need no rooms, b~tch, i’m finna use the kitchen (yeah)
and i could spent your stash, b~tch, and it ain’t make a dent (come on)
i’m in the booth with a double cup, b~tch, this sh~t cost your rent (right now)
i hit the mall with racks on me, this sh~t gettin’ spent (b~tch)
drop on an opp, best believe this sh~t gettin’ spinned (pop~pop~pop)
i got a mini drac’ in the booth with me, this b~tch cost a bid (right now)
and i’ma see this sh~t through, i’m talkin’ start to end (come on)
why you got a glock on your hip and ain’t poppin’ sh~t? (baow~baow~baow)
i got 7.62s in the drac’, this b~tch stop a whip (come on)
please don’t hit my phone, b~tch, if you ain’t coppin’ sh~t (yeah)
and if you really gettin’ pape’, you gotta drop a kit (come on)
i see the main ones tryna talk down ain’t got a pot to p~ss
and i’m a star in real life, ain’t gotta take no pic
b~tch, come on, bankroll

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