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letra de grippin - christ dillinger

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[intro]
(yeah-, y-y-yeah, hoe)
(yeah, hoe)
(yeah, hoe)

[chorus]
grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these-
grippin’ the-, grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
grippin’ the grain up in the slant
grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these-
grippin’ the-, grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
grippin’ the grain up in the slant
[verse 1: lope dope]
i’m grippin’, i’m whippin’ that v8 (yeah, hoe), a lil’ dope in it
pull up, smoke about three-five of that white widow, got no midgit
twin got twenty-six years for uppin’ that [?] (yeah, hoe)
ain’t no limit, got gta money
i’m runnin’ the city, i’m grippin’ that grain, ain’t nothin’ funny, yeah
that texas weather, so it’s always sunny (yeah, hoe)
we were smokin’, we pop at your noggin
he talkin’ that nonsense
two weeks of that talk, sh-lls straight to the noggin
always talkin’ blah-blah (yeah, hoe) while whippin’ the drop-top
smokin’ up outta a whole three
wa-wasn’t no qp, ’cause now the heat on me
pineapple fanta overflowin’ (yeah, hoe), got the tech in it
she in that jeep cherokee, she smokin’, she get wet in it
i-i-i’m movin’ to [?] (yeah, hoe)
like bluetooth, you cannot connect with me
you cannot pair with me
my glock hot in any situation, we can do whatever, got the squares on me (yeah, hoe)
the bail’s on me, got pails on me, got rails on me
what you wanna do lil’ bum? made 25k last week, yeah
and i can’t make less than that (yeah, hoe), ’cause that is my policy
i’m smokin’ a bag of the broccoli
i’m feelin’ it in my lungs, honestly

[chorus]
grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these-
grippin’ the-, grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
grippin’ the grain up in the slant
grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these-
grippin’ the-, grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
grippin’ the grain up in the slant
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
ain’t tryna f-ck with you n-ggas, i’m straight (yeah, hoe)
ran up early, your bag a lil’ late
ain’t writin’ no verses, i’ll do it first take
who the f-ck said i fell off, b-tch, i’m gettin’ that cake
back in the day, rollin’ blunts up with [?] (yeah, hoe)
you think i was future way i carry drakes
n-gga talk crazy, get hit in the head
look at my cup, see a whole lotta red
i leave you dead (yeah, hoe)
i don’t give a f-ck if n-ggas don’t f-ck with me, my cup, it red
back in the day ain’t no b-tches wan’ f-ck on me, now they wan’ f-ck because my pockets fed
i remember not havin’ no money (yeah, hoe)
i was down bad, n-gga, i was hurt
got off my ass, got that sh-t out the dirt
back in the day i had nowhere to stay
‘member me and my mama had nowhere to stay (yeah, hoe)
i spent three hundred on one cup of lean
i’m a fiend, baby, know what i mean?
what’s that sh-t in your cup? ’cause that sh-t’s not codeine
sippin’ on green, n-gga, i know you busy (yeah, hoe)
talkin’ ’bout one of us, all us get busy
send me the plugs with the perc in the city
i ran up a bag, and i did it real quickly
she can’t believe it like ripley (yeah, hoe)
i’m reppin’ a audi, pull up in a lexus
i never had sh-t, so you know i love flexin’
off the pills, n-gga, i’m off the antidepressants
i lost a lot of my n-ggas, but still, i be feelin’ they presence (yeah, hoe)
free all my n-ggas they got on corrections
[chorus]
grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these-
grippin’ the-, grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
grippin’ the grain up in the slant
grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door
pullin’ these hoes, and, man, these-
grippin’ the-, grippin’ the grain up in the slant (yeah, hoe)
workin’ the wood is understood
tippin’ these hoes, and slammin’ they door

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