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letra de effortless - grindhard e

[intro]
(d-mn it, homie, i’m comin’ up)

[verse 1: alee]
i’m higher than a plane, first-class, you n-ggas flyin’ spirit
b-tch brought the bands back, i went straight to gary
n-ggas ain’t gon’ slide on sh-t ’cause they too scary
lookin’ for my n-gga rick, i need some more cherry
in the d lookin’ for some ‘za, let me call barry
chrome heart, but my pants made by amiri
bookbag on ’cause the money, i couldn’t even carry it
if my n-gga got some drank, guarantee he sharin’ it
first gun that i ever got, i really had to cherish it
i used to rock big clothes, man, that sh-t embarassin’
walk around with a big knot, man, this sh-t hilarious
every time you hear me cough, then i need my medicine
get a n-gga ass stretched quick, now he need an ambulance
hit the drank with some sh-t, you can’t even smell it
dog got stuck with some ‘bows, he can’t even sell it
up a roll on them hoes, h-ll yeah, i’m selfish
got a gucci bubble coat on with the big letters
i’ll pull the car out right now, it’s a b-tch catcher
five-sixes left a n-gga like a bench-presser
if the whip don’t get attention, bet the kit catch her
f-ck around and drink the whole pint, we ain’t even measure
[verse 2: grindhard e]
f-ck this n-gga b-tch, i think he kinda knew, but he could never catch her
when i get this ‘za in, ain’t gotta smell it ’cause it’s always pressure
it’s a l!ck on the floor, i had to think like it’s now or never
drink a pint of akorn, but the hi-tech and quali’ be better
michigan weed good, but i f-ck with my plug from cali ’cause his quality better
you can come and shop, but gotta pull up in a timely matter
hide the tris in the grape everfresh ’cause you gotta be clever
my n-gga keep f-ckin’ up, i keep tellin’ him, “you gotta do better”
grindhard 4 money a lifestyle, i threw it on the sweater
took my chain off my neck and pulled them racks out my pocket and threw it on the dresser
n-gga reach for anything, he doa or leavin’ on a stretcher
poured an eight in one pop in front of my mama, she gave me a lecture
pourin’ out the pint, don’t need no bottle, we ain’t tryna measure
it’s more lean in the pop than the pop, it’s gon’ taste like medicine
my n-gga caught a body, they dropped all the charges ’cause they ain’t have no evidence
b-tch f-cked forty-five n-ggas, now she say she celibate
lame n-gga tried to diss me for some fame and he still ain’t relevant
i grind hard without tryin’, man, this sh-t be effortless

- grindhard e

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