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letra de grindmode - deevious

[verse 1: deevious]
salute when i post up
straight up pimping like a n-gga supposed to
whack rappers i roast up
serve it to them but i ain’t no shofer
spit venom in the brooklyn zoo
somebody really need to come and catch this cobra
cause i’ll go up in the lion’s den then i’ll come out looking like king jaffe joffer
remember who told ya
go for the k!ll then i chase away vultures
pull up in that rover
those that wanna hate get a great big toaster
the rap casanova
waves under the cap spin like mike’s loafers
better catch your composure or the boys in the black will turn you white like sosa
i’m ready for my close-up
could back down but it’s not in my culture
in a cl-ss all my lonesome
y’all chevy novas i’m a testarossa
i want stacks like oprah’s, big old backs on my sofa, platinum plaques and i’m kosher
anyone in the world that can stop me (no sir)
you might catch me choked up puffing up on that mocha
i make it rain like roker, while others pay for chocha
your shorty sip momosa, i’m rum no coca cola
revenues for my brokers in case the jakes approach us
rate decrease then i buy and sell
meet up with my clientele
dub the guap then i’m riding swell
won’t stop until i prevail
the smell of success i inhale
good kush to get high as h-ll
y’all could look like y’all trying to fail
but i grind cause i might as well

[hook]
i push the pedal to the medal grind mode
turn that lever up never let the time blow
count that money, let them see the shine glow
when it’s time to filler up, grind mode
double up hit them with the combo
either gonna be a name or a john doe
she say “daddy why you looking at the time for?”
i tell her “time to get this money, grind mode”

[verse 2: deevious]
n-ggas acting like they allergic to getting paper
bust at the feds and just burn your herbals in jamaica
brooklyn generals stay addicted to getting money
f-ck irs if them b-tches wanna take it from me
don’t go back and forth with my business, this sh-t ain’t tennis
deevee the boss and the industry is the apprentice
you can get diminished for trying to grip my spinach
play popeye the sailor and get your monkey -ss finished
getting money on your own, i salute ya
on that grind mode i be yelling “time is luchi”
drop that raw sh-t call it kamikaze sushi
i spin circles round your ice, yamaguchi
spend some money on a woman, not a hoochie
watch your dividends especially if you got a groupie
make sure you get your guap if they sign ya to them
or get f-cked all kinda ways, kama sutra

[verse 3: deevious]
if you’re good at something don’t ever do it for free
and if you a hustler then be the best one you could be]
aggressively get them gees
stay perceptive of police
cause even your best friend could snitch to get quicker release
you could catch me over seas gliding over belize
i’m fly as a jetson over projecting to the keys
no stressing my enemies but i bet they stressing me
the lyrical weapon and yes i’m repping mne
musik note bodying them rap jokes
i scr-pe a hater off the top like black toast
climb empire states
y’all know i’m that close
your now rocking with the kong of the rap shows
back strokes strong when i slap dough
a black hefner
sour in a black robe
“why i’m so flashy?” i ain’t know you that broke
i floss so much they like “what’s wrong with you black folk?”

- deevious

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