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letra de disrespectful - grindhard e

[chorus]
i know my head gone
disrespectful, smoke a n-gga then p-ss all on his headstone
my n-gga hit a l!ck, ain’t cut me in, he know he dead wrong
before i went to sleep, i told my young n-ggas to head home
blow a n-gga head off his shoulders, now his head gone
bad lil’ b-tch by my side, she a redbone
in the crib blowin’ on some runtz i got from head smoke
sellin’ dogs for some dog, i ain’t ever gotta sell dope

[verse 1]
what the f-ck you got a— they like, they like
then why the f-ck you got a scale for?
four-forty-eight, i bust it down to two-twenty-four
that’s a half-pound, i weigh it up and sold it out a whole ‘bow
i poured a four, four, four, another four, now the pint gone
i’m drinkin’ tris or hi-tech ’cause they recalled all the wock’
my kit require weed, lean, fronto leaf finna pop
let a n-gga play with me, i’ma introduce him to glock
f-ck around and make the news, i’ma be the headliner on fox
and i ain’t really beefin’ with n0body, can’t say i got opps
black hoodie and black mask, you see the flash and you drop
spin the block, scope the scene, park the car, let me out
[chorus]
i know my head gone
disrespectful, smoke a n-gga then p-ss all on his headstone
my n-gga hit a l!ck, ain’t cut me in, he know he dead wrong
before i went to sleep, i told my young n-ggas to head home
blow a n-gga head off his shoulders, now his head gone
bad lil’ b-tch by my side, she a redbone
in the crib blowin’ on some runtz i got from head smoke
sellin’ dogs for some dog, i ain’t ever gotta sell dope

[verse 2]
in the trap, can’t get the smell gone
my n-gga told me catch a play for him, now his sale gone
i can show you how to get rich off a cell phone
opened up five pounds and broke ’em down, i don’t sell [?][1:28]
fiend tried to flag me down, but i kept goin’ cause i don’t sell—
seen a n-gga get rich off of p-ssy ’cause he sell hoes
in cali walkin’ with a stick down melrose
seven grams in this fronto leaf, this ain’t no cigarillo
my n-gga got the turtle on his back, he donatello
i got tuss’, you got dm, they ain’t the same, but they both yellow
[?][1:44] fn done blew his metal
i been had to pray to god, ’cause i’ve been fightin’ with the devil
my sales come and pull up every day like they on schedule
told my lil’ n-gga if he get caught with that switch he goin’ federal
a duck came and tried to buy some drank, we gave him theraflu
he thought it was some zaz’ in the pack but it was medical
hah, it was all cbd
n-ggas ain’t been talkin’ ’bout no money since the ppp
went to watch a movie with a cougar b-tch, she pulled out some dvds
i thought my white boy was doin’ coke, he doin’ pcp
og just pulled out a gun with a lemon squeeze
he told me that it got a plug too, he vietnamese
i just hit a bag b-tch from the philippines
had to cut her off ’cause she was smokin’ too much nicotine
hop up at your crib in a mask, it ain’t halloween
i heard a n-gga sneak-dissin’, that don’t bother me
it was a wide angle, buddy got shot, no photography
this n-gga must be slow, dumb, or stupid if he tryna beef
[chorus]
i know my head gone
disrespectful, smoke a n-gga then p-ss all on his headstone
my n-gga hit a l!ck, ain’t cut me in, he know he dead wrong
before i went to sleep, i told my young n-ggas to head home
blow a n-gga head off his shoulders, now his head gone
bad lil’ b-tch by my side, she a redbone
in the crib blowin’ on some runtz i got from head smoke
sellin’ dogs for some dog, i ain’t ever gotta sell dope

- grindhard e

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