a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu grindhard e - start it

[verse 1: ysr gramz]
bro ain’t got no baby yet but he got baby bottles
n~gga mad tryna beef with me ’bout his baby mama
you ever heard fifty~somethin’ shots out a baby chopper?
chase down badge like lebron did iguodala
put a price tag on his head, he only cost a dollar
k!ll a n~gga while he got drip on, he got popped in prada
lil’ n~gga wanna be like ysr, i am not his father
lil e got a baby drac’ on him, he is not a toddler

[verse 2: grindhard e]
yeah, i’m short as mini me, but is it austin powers?
bullet in the head, he got hit, that’s what caused the trauma
send a n~gga, spend his whole stash and i saved a dollar
that [?] taxin’ on the za, i middleman it, i only made a dollar
f~ck a striker, we just went and slid out an old impala
got into it with my fiend sun, she—, alright
got into it with my fiend sun, he said i owed his mama

[verse 3: brandon buckingham]
get that b~tch away from me, i don’t like her
smash her, ditch her on the street just like a striker
with the kia boys fishin’ for a whip, they popped a tire
started to swerve, hit a curb, now i think i might retire
d~mn, why’d i pop a xan’? i’m r~t~rded
got a push~to~start car and i couldn’t even start it
[verse 4: grindhard e]
they shot the whip, he hopped up out that b~tch, couldn’t even park it
i just took a bad b~tch up off the market
he got a scope up on his stick, he can’t even hit his target
my lil’ n~ggas swipin’, they just got caught, they tried to hit a target
nine grams get money together, we ain’t worried ’bout who the hardest
i just got a rug burn, i f~cked his b~tch up off the carpet
[?] said i know that d~ck good, you and your b~tch always arguin’
cell cut my phone, i just hung up on his ass, he tried to bargain

[verse 5: ysr gramz]
kick her out the crib after i f~ck, i’m like martain
no h~llcats, drivin’ fast down my block, i’ma park it
he ain’t the plug, he a nerd, he wear glasses like arthur
bro was sellin’ drugs in third grade in [?] charter
i do a b~tch bold, i pray i never have a daughter
i’m tryna sh~t talk with cotton mouth, pass the water
i’ma step back and let this b~tch shoot, james harden
that n~gga stole from me, got his ass smoked, that was karma
catchin’ all these plays on the west, meet at carmen

[verse 6]
put that weed out, that sh~t’s garbage
he seems like police, he is a sergeant
b~tch tried to shake ass in the club and she farted
hopped on a song with gramz and e, should i charge ’em?

- lirik lagu grindhard e

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI