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letra de grain - andre desaint

[verse 1: ellz]

yoppa toter lotto mower
making cuts a hydro smoker
rolling bud and guiding closure
to my ex she sent a text
that read she f-cked it up she know she sm-t
and sucked on other d-cks and nuts
while i was out of town trying to binge myself on what i love
that’s this music don’t confuse me for no f-cking nut
usually one to f-ck it up
but you just had to shut me up
it’s crazy these fugazzi thugs
forgot me and the king i was
the king i am got bars like prison
the bing i am the son of sam
it’s summer motherf-cker
got a tre-pound seven inches
six in the barrel bucka
n-ggas talk greasy no hinges
f-ck breezies no feelings
i make this sh-t just look easy
no legendary on halo
put that on my payroll my n-gga

[hook: ellz]

what you been doing motherf-cker?
i’ve been doing everything you been pursuing motherf-cker
not the usual of f-ckers
against the grain i smooth it out
i’m just amazed as you i am
i’m feeling like the f-cking man
i’m saying i’m the f-cking man

[verse 2: andré desaint]

(i’m the f-cking man… f-ck yo’ man)

what the f-ck? f-ck is up?
my cup is full of uppercuts
things are on the up and up
and i don’t f-ck with such and such
trying to touch a couple bucks and keep it moving
n-ggas drinking sucker punch that’s why you losing
check the wave all in my movements
i’m feeling so abusive
rapping out of anger
living out my childhood dreams
i’m still trying to f-ck topanga
f-cked up generation ain’t no way that you can save us
cut a deal with the fallen angel he said there ain’t no danger
see i’m the perfect stranger
you don’t know me, but you’d like to
i’m in a different world so if i get a chance i’ll write you
no telling what i might do
i could do some sh-t to spite you
real music through your speakers while ya’ll sweeter than type ii
i ain’t grow up with no idols, bruh
mike, who?
walk around looking for some tension i could slice through
sick and tired of answering what i’ve been up to
watching krush groove with a sl-t who
man.. man you know what?
f-ck you!

[hook]

[verse 3: andré desaint]

i’m not the same as you n-ggas and i’m okay with that
place me anywhere on god’s turf and i’ma make it back
chase it but we’ll never be adjacent you could face the facts
feeding b-tch n-ggas bars for life say your grace with that
if you see the day that we should meet
please spare me from your stories cause they’re boring to me
i don’t be reaching for the gems, they just be soaring to me
the day i reach the f-cking top is looking gorgeous to me
the prettiest of my days
the wittiest from the craze
i’m stomping through this earth with the grittiest of my ways
the coach ain’t pitching me plays it’s all freelance
they want that old dirty sh-t like odb fans
and guess what i came with?
i’m speaking your language you happy now?
matter of fact f-ck your rationale
used to being p-ssive with the words but there’s p-ssion now
making rappers see the white light like i’m backing out
stacking action packing b-tches that be fashion trappin’ which is
perfectly fine with me, let’s get it crack-a-lackin’
isn’t he the type of n-gga that you thought he wasn’t?
or maybe he just ain’t that n-gga that you thought he was
sorry that i brought it up
never second guessing sh-t you heard it if i thought it up
got your girl har-ssing me
you thought her belt was chast-ty
stupid, you should follow nas smarten up
all my n-ggas animals don’t make ‘em dig a carc-ss up
you won’t find a crew that’s gon’ deliver sh-t as harsh as us
single as a loosie got these groupies looking parched as f-ck
what
and i ain’t quenching sh-t
so don’t mention it
b-tch

- andre desaint

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