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lirik lagu grindhard e & ftos twan - riley & huey

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1: grindhard e & ftos twan]
i just pulled up on a b~tch and got catfished
lost it all, then got it all back, b~tch, i’m back rich
he tried to run up, chopper made his ass do a backflip
he got his ass slammed up in the county, now his back bent
we pull up to the club, have that backend
her ass fat, i had to quit f~ckin’ ’cause her back wind
was f~cked up, i ain’t gon’ lie, but that was back then
now i got many ways that i can bring them racks in
they thought i hopped out shootin’ a tec, but it was mac~10
i got them demons off of me, can’t let ’em back in
if he infiltrate the circle, i ain’t gon’ lie, can’t let him back in
i ain’t local, i got the whole world tapped in
i got percs if you need ’em, comе and tap in
it ain’t obvious, a blind man can see the bag in
thought about droppin’ my price, but i didn’t, i’m still taxin’
fishtailin’ the ‘cat, ridin’ ’round with no traction
onе pocket full with benjis, other one grant and jacksons

[verse 2: ftos twan]
n~ggas talk ’til we turn they stupid ass into a caption
he be lyin’ like he steppin’, he ain’t really ’bout that action
i used to spend all the pape’, i ain’t never stack it
b~tch, it’s a b~tton on me, i got it on my jacket
i be outside for real, these n~ggas lyin’ when they be rappin’
they just be sayin’ anything, don’t even rhyme when they rappin’
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i ain’t went nowhere, i’ll drop my lo’, b~tch, i’m still on mackin
five~seven on me, one in the head, ain’t gotta rack it
n~gga play with me or twan or one of mine, gon’ need a casket
i only f~ck with this one sadiddy b~tch because she ratchet

[verse 4: grindhard e & ftos twan]
vacuum~seal the ‘bows, you better not wrap ’em up in plastic
i got a chocolate b~tch, ass fat, but it’s not plastic
i got exotic in this leaf, the weed strong, don’t wanna pass it
“i had a…” i don’t wanna hear that bullsh~t, that sh~t past tense
ridin’ in somethin’ fast, this b~tch don’t even got a half tint
beat this b~tch up and dropped her off quick, she had a bad stitch
this perc’ got me high as f~ck, i got a bad b~tch
boy, you a lame, you ain’t never had no bad b~tch

[verse 5: grindhard e]
quick to make a pound disappear, that’s a bag trick
spent the money, then tried to cuff, he a bad trick
elevatin’, had to cut some people off ’cause they stagnant
gun too big, when i ran, i had to drag it
if the hook get behind us, i’ma sn~tch ’em, can’t stash it
you can tell that my outfit expensive ’cause the fabric
unc’ fifty~three, still cookin’ dope with a passion
i know a b~tch tote guns, got a job, and do lashes
made thirty racks, was ’bout to go and spend it, but i stashed it
i really grind hard for money, got it patent
doin’ a hundred, f~cked around and missed my exit, i just passed it
started off petty hustlin’, now my bag lookin’ massive
i used to try to stretch everything like elastic
now the sh~t disappear before i open up the plastic

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