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letra de 1v1 - grindhard e

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[intro: ftos twan]
(d-mn, wxmpy)
okay

[verse 1: ftos twan]
i don’t know why these n-ggas think they gon’ catch me slippin’
i got sixty on the drac’, i see the opps, i’ma get to trippin’
n-gga said he ride with thirty-three, okay, scottie pippen
lil’ n-gga said he hopped out on twan, no you didn’t

[verse 2: grindhard e]
just dropped three cars, you think you sh-ttin’, but they all lemons
lemon squeeze on the four-five, my guns all shoot different
bro trippin’, he bought a new crib just to use the kitchen
he told me, “this crib not for livin'”
[verse 3: ftos twan]
don’t n0body want your b-tch, that b-tch through, she outta commission
n-gga f-cked up, you on my bad side, you done burnt your bridges
i be ridin’ ’round with the drac’ on me, you can’t catch me slippin’
messy sh-t goin’ back and forth, you won’t catch me in it

[verse 4: grindhard e]
you will never know the b-tch i f-ck with unless you catch me with her
i just f-cked her biological sister, i’m a [?][0:43] n-gga
bring me some honey backwoods, i don’t f-ck with swishers
i’m drunk off this pint of cough syrup, it’s seven percent liquor

[verse 5: ftos twan]
big-booty b-tch, i wanna f-ck her and her sister
b-tch act like i couldn’t f-ck, so i hit her sister
okay, i’m hittin’ her from the side and she squirtin’ like a water fountain
you said you hit the road, but have you ever hit for ten thousand?
broke-ass n-gga in the trap, steady shippin’ ounces
b-tch-ass— b-tch-ass n-gga, i pop n-ggas, i don’t shoot at houses

[verse 6: grindhard e]
okay, let me make an announcement
next n-gga say he touchin’ me body won’t get founded
put my lil’ n-ggas on your head for less than a thousand
i’m gettin’ tired of buyin’ ‘bows, i’m investin’ in houses
quit sellin’ dope ’cause i make more money just talkin’ ’bout it
i don’t know if they love me or hate me, how they talk about me
[verse 7: ftos twan]
if you gon’ do somethin’ to me, then don’t talk about it
my head f-cked up, all i rap about is droppin’ bodies
i don’t know if i was twelve or thirteen when i first thought about it
i think the jury believed me when i told them i was cleanin’ houses
i can get into my mode and talk crazy and rap for some hours
you said you got it out the mud, your dirty ass need to take a shower
n-gga, i’ll turn you to a ghost, now you ain’t got no power
you the type to go and k!ll your pops ’cause you weren’t raised around him

[verse 8: grindhard e]
nonchalant because my b-tch out, guess i got anger problems
you the type to k!ll one of your fiends for less than eighty dollars
i’m the type to drink a whole pint and not save the bottle
make a hundred thousand, blow it all and not save a dollar
’cause i can make it back
make a quarter-mill’ in a drought with no strings attached
eatin’ good, ain’t never been skinny but i’m gettin’ fat
you might see me get it for the low, you still gettin’ taxed

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