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letra de america's most wanted - grindhard e

[intro: rmc mike]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
b-tch
e, what it do, my n-gga?
what it look like?
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
slide past the opps’ crib at night, i might burn it down
watch ’em run out, shoot everybody that come runnin’ out
in the trap, the feds got it lookin’ like a haunted house
i used to meet all my fiends at kessels, but it’s krogers now
tryna sell me drank, the seal ain’t on, then i’ma turn it down
n-gga ain’t wanna pay my price, gave him the run-around
fell off, was f-cked up for a minute, people quit comin’ ’round
it was hard to make it past the man— man, let me shut my mouth
the weed that i’m blowin’ taste so good, i had to put it out
that ain’t no real cookiе in that blunt, bro, put it out
it’s too much soda on the dope, unc’, cook it down
left thе dope in the b-tch p-ssy, i hope she took it out
when we f-ck, if the p-ssy good, then i ain’t pullin’ out
poured a two in a twenty-ounce, it’s polluted now
you poured up, but keep on addin’ pop, your drank diluted now
bought a twelve of red, i drunk ten, i got two more ounces
it’s a lot of sh-t i wanna say, i don’t know how to say it
bro just asked to rob my plug, i don’t know how to play it
b-tch and her friend wanna f-ck, i don’t know how to play it
told one i’m ’bout to pull up, i’ma send mike instead
sick i almost paid a hundred-fifty for an ounce of red
i’m glad i called my mama
she just brung me a four of morton for two hundred dollars
drunk a deuce and sold the other deuce for two hundred dollars
yeah, i got my money back
he said he was gon’ pour the drank with me, but he ain’t comin’ back
the fiends said your dope some bullsh-t, they want they money back
the sh-t that we got straight drop, got ’em keep comin’ back
[verse 2: rmc mike & grindhard e]
i just hit a lil’ rat b-tch off a honey pack
finna take a trip ot where the money at
shot the four-nickel at his feet, he did jumping jacks
surprised my old b-tch with a ring, she ain’t comin’ back
a thousand twenties in my right pocket, where the hundreds at?
ridin’ ’round with a thousand rounds in a hunting bag
girly got a lot of ass on her, but her stomach fat
this beat ain’t long enough, lil e, go’n run it back
i just swept the competition, bro, pass the broom
just popped a percocet 30, now i’m past the moon
caught an opp lackin’ at the wake, he got a pass at moons
b-tch, that’s a funeral home
had to cut this lil’ b-tch off, she was doin’ the most
i’ll do the scat pack tomorrow, today, i’m doin’ ghost
i’ll do pancakes today, tomorrow, i’m doin’ soap
today, i made five, then spent two on a louis coat
now i’m fresh as sh-t
you was not invited to this party, bro, check the list
high as h-ll, i can’t even find where my weapon is
mike, which one, the f&n?
no, my plr, that b-tch came with two extra clips
i know that ass real, her left side got an extra dent
ghetto boy rmc sh-t, i’ma represent
she tried to suck my d-ck, her breath stank, gave her a peppermint
like, “here, take this sh-t
leave that peppermint in your mouth while you taste this d-ck”
freakyy ridin’ with a sixty round, yeah, he taped the clip
i’ll never steal a ho from you, but i’ll take your b-tch
[outro: rmc mike]
yeah (baby, you did this one)

- grindhard e

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