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letra de getting even - grindhard e & tony rose

[intro: tony rose]
lower the beat sound
(jxckk just want a drink)
yeah
ayy

[verse 1: tony rose]
my fiend off the boy tryna fight his girl
i f-cked your b-tch for free, i ain’t buy the world
i ran out of drank, i’m goin’ by earl’s
auntie ain’t pickin’ up her phone, i don’t like pearl

[verse 2: grindhard e]
i just want a nut, i feel like a squirrel
i know a trans’ll beat your ass, he don’t fight with girls
this b-tch an alcoholic, no matter how much she drink, she is not gon’ hurl
my n-gga liftin’ weights, do pull-ups, but he don’t like curls

[verse 3: tony rose]
this meal came from facebook, we ain’t goin’ out
bro missed court then left town, he got a warrant now
nah, them ain’t fireworks, ignore the sound
my opp mama put some flyers up and we tore ’em down

[verse 4: grindhard e]
a n-gga try to sell me some cut lean and i’ma pour it out
b-tch got some good p-ssy, so i wore it out
i smoke exotic weed, they need to put me up in rolling loud
gave my white boy an eighth, but he asked for a quarter-ounce
[verse 5: tony rose]
d-mn, e, why you short him like that?
rob a n-gga on a plane, that’s a hijack
it’s too many roadblocks, we gotta fly back
i made a wrong turn, but now i’m on the right path

[verse 6: grindhard e]
catch a flight with some hoes to get some ‘bows, we— alright
catch a flight with some hoes to get some ‘bows, we made ’em drive back
b-tch texted a long paragraph, i didn’t write back
i know a n-gga that was thinkin’ with his d-ck and got his life sn-tched

[verse 7: tony rose]
when you tryna mix it up, you gotta press hard
my lil’ n-ggas in the field like brett favre
ridin’ ’round with some bullsh-t, so i left the car
i don’t got no cash on me, do you accept a card?
d-mn, this my last resort
called e for some drank, but he ain’t had no more
white boy up the street look like zack morris
you can bring your gun in, just go through the back door

[verse 8: grindhard e]
my n-gga got set up by his mans, he got backdoored
told rose i ain’t had no drank, i still had a four
everybody got they hand out, that’s why i act poor
a n-gga tried to buy the last ounce of weed i got and got taxed for it
auntie tried to charge me eight— alright
auntie tried to charge me eight hundred for an eight of red, i gave her crack for it
my fiend called with a script of percs, gave him a pack for it
he was too high, almost shot his dumbass because he act ‘noid
[outro]
(jxckk just want a drink)

- grindhard e tony rose

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