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letra de lay 'em down - grindhard e

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse]
i been hustlin’ since n-ggas that’s my age used to belly roll
g-r-i-n-d hard, that sh-t set in stone
b-tch had a baby a month ago, where her belly go?
i got robbed one time in my life, i still ain’t let it go
let me catch him, shoot him in his head, he need medical
have him layin’ in a hospital bed like a vegetable
told a b-tch when she suck my d-ck, play with my t-st-cl-s
white chick told me that the sh-t i say irretical
d-mn, i mean erratical
new plr16 came with a tactical
should i buy the fn or the ruger? now, that’s rational
when you down and f-cked up, they gon’ laugh at you
when you come up and get off, they be mad at you
i’m f-cked up in the head, i already know, i ain’t have to shoot
was ’bout to go and slide in all black, but i went casual
you won’t catch me sayin’ nothin’ on a track that ain’t factual
i just found a b-tch that’s freaky, but— alright
i just found a b-tch that’s freaky, pretty, and smart, them her attributes
oh, you got somethin’ to say? well, i wasn’t askin’ you
’bout to go down south, i might—
’bout to go down south, i might go to florida, texas, and cali too
yesterday, i f-cked brittany, kayla, and ashley too
yesterday, i served jack, joe, and katherine too
shot they crib up too many times, they gon’ have to move
made thirty sales, they all came to me, i ain’t have to move
when covid came, nah
when corona came, i was movin’ a bag, i ain’t have to loot
i was usin’ a mask before we had to use it
i was shinin’ before i bought a chain, i ain’t have to do it
i could show you how to beat her doonies down, put your back into it
learned to grind hard at a young age, i watched my daddy do it
your bm came through to f-ck me, why you want daddy do it?
we don’t listen to that bullsh-t, you make chatty music
i know what i’d do to a n-gga, i ain’t gotta prove it
(i ain’t gotta prove sh-t to no n-gga)
i’m ’bout to get a b-tch to cheat, i want y’all b-tches
i like short, fat, skinny, and tall b-tches
matter fact, i don’t discriminate, i like all b-tches
(like, if you got a p-ssy, i’m f-ckin’ you)
the b-tch ugly, but her p-ssy ain’t got no face
if it smell like aquafina, it ain’t got no taste
i don’t eat p-ssy, so what really do i know?
you done f-cked every n-gga in my circle, you a ho
how every n-gga in your circle gettin’ money, but you broke?
[outro]
i’m broke, baby, i ain’t got no money
bullsh-t, i see you shinin’, n-gga
i can smell a motherf-cker with money
even ray charles could see you got money

- grindhard e

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