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letra de gorilla - grindhard e

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one, yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse]
fiend swallowed some dope and couldn’t digest it
they tried to give her cpr, but she died in seconds
you started with a zip of dope, how you not progressin’?
this fiend keep gettin’ on my nerves, she a f-ckin’ peasant
they asked, “how you know if the pills fake? how you gon’ test ’em?”
i can just look at the pills and tell if they pressies
matter fact, if they send me some fake pills, i’m gon— uh
mat— alright, f-ck, i couldn’t еven get it out
i don’t know what i stashed yеsterday, it was a big amount
i know a b-tch that sellin’ p-ssy, i might pimp her out
i know another b-tch that just be out here f-ckin’, she just give it out
fiend been smokin’ dope for a while, his lungs givin’ out
b-tch been shootin’ dog for too long, her veins givin’ out
baskin-robbins, thirty-one flavors, i’ll give it out
oldheads be forty and they doin’ forty years and still sittin’ down
started young sellin’ nickelbacks, now i could flip a pound
got thirty in the ar, but it’s equipped to hold a hundred rounds
if i get to shootin’ with this b-tch, you better hit the ground
see you fall on the ground, shoot at the ground and put you in the ground
i’ma do it by myself, i don’t need no pride
what the f-ck you shootin’ in the air for? you shootin’ at clouds?
thousand pills on me, i just sold ’em like i went out of town
let me quit talkin’ like that
got my n-gga flabbergasted, he be askin’ how i off ’em like that
rawlings, spalding, wilson, i’m ballin’ like that
i asked erica, you pretty and freaky, why you callin’ like that?
the dope, pills, and the weed got ’em callin’ like that
called my phone and asked me for a front, so i ain’t callin’ them back
the weed that i got from a1 got me coughin’ like that
sh-t
let me get back on track, bro just asked why i stall ’em like that
called my phone, told ’em to give me a couple minutes and i’m callin’ ’em back
guess what? i ain’t callin’ them back
givin’ specials out on verses, gon’ cost you a rack
babies gettin’ k!lled up in flint, it feel like iraq
y’all can’t be doin’ that, that sh-t is not cool
you doin’ this and that and you assault ’em, but that is not you
you heard one of my n-ggas told? you know that’s not true
that’s your b-tch, but i f-ck her when i want, that’s my b-tch too
i could rap all day and tell you about sh-t that i been through
bought a pint of morton grove for the low, it got misused
bought a pint of wockhardt for the high, it still got misused
you said they dropped a hundred shots on you, how they miss you?
if i shoot this b-tch two or three times, they gon’ miss you
but you gon’ get hit with them b-tches, i ain’t gon’ miss you
bad day, your family gon’ grieve you, they gon’ miss you
sad day, your mama gon’ need a whole bunch of tissue

- grindhard e

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