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letra de danny phantom - grind2hard osh’a

[intro]
(cookupmason)

[verse]
if osh’a wasn’t rapping, i’d probably be jackin’ and scammin’
and dressin’ up like danny phantom
n-ggas be b-tches and closin’ the door when they in
bet i find the way in like i’m santa
he not an og, man, that boy a ho-g
what’s done in the streets supposed to stay in the streets
yeah, i used to hit l!cks and go f-ck dominique
yeah, booster bae messy, but she keep me neat
this givenchy and louis
who would think we was poor, on the floor watchin’ peter and stewie?
word around town, man, them n-ggas get down
before we broke a pound, we was savin’ up doobies
i used to feel stuck, outta luck with a hole in my chucks
sellin’ grams, tryna get me a qt
no one around, i felt just like a clown
lookin’ down at the ground with my face looking droopy
oh, that boy say he can give you the world?
well, come f-ck with me, bae, i’m the universe
yeah, i like how your diamonds be hittin’, but you don’t compare
i’m the diamond that’s in the dirt
i can go where i’m from, but lil’ n-gga, you can’t
’cause you really a b-tch from the outskirts
when i’m hitting, your b-tch, make her outburst
i’m the reason she sayin’ her mouth hurt, ugh
she wanna be my queen, alexander
but i don’t go no feelings, no feelings, no feelings
you ain’t did sh-t for a n-gga, so like the feds
he act like i don’t know n-ggas, yeah
it’s supposed to been you and i, but i ain’t sayin’ no vowels
’cause osh’a never owe n-ggas
you didn’t believe in me, dog, and that hurted my feelings
no crowd, i’ma show n-ggas
yeah, i love my lil’ daughter, her daddy a b-tch n-gga
didn’t want to step ’til i stepped in (ugh)
yeah, he a f-ck n-gga, so i call him fn
he gotta get hit with that fn (hrrt)
when i talk, i’ma talk with my chest
he a ho, so that lil’ n-gga talk with his chest in (haha)
i don’t like to vent, so i’m ventin’ to god and this mic
this that sh-t that i kept in (yeah)
we can’t do drive-bys, lil’ brother, we must hit our target
let’s pop out and give that boy h-ll
f-ck a revolver, lil’ brother, we need more than six
put a bag on the glock for the sh-lls
best keep a rocket, your partner been plottin’ on the low
n-gga dirty mackin’, pocket watchin’
all out of favors, my n-gga, and i don’t feel sorry
i got it, but i ain’t really got it
[outro]
we can’t do drive-bys, lil’ brother, we must hit our target
let’s pop out and give that boy h-ll
f-ck a revolver, lil’ brother, we need more than six
put a bag on the glock for the sh-lls
best keep a rocket, your partner been plottin’ on the low
n-gga dirty mackin’, pocket watchin’
all out of favors, my n-gga, and i don’t feel sorry
i got it, but i ain’t really got it

- grind2hard osha

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