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letra de nintendo - grindhard e

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse]
same n-gga from the hood, i still pull up on my old block
when it’s time to slide, f-ck a handgun, i might grab an old chop
lorenz tag told me don’t stop, and i won’t stop
shoot every gun out the bullet ’til the— d-mn
shoot every bullet out the gun ’til that b-tch lock
you seen new jack city, you a chris rock
hit the road, do a turn— ah
hit the road, do a turnaround, i ain’t stoppin’ at no rest stops
i just rolled a three-five in the ‘wood for my dead opps
bought some new js from shoetrap, they was deadstock
nighttime, you better run if you see a green or red dot
f-ck shootin’ far away, i’m tryna get close and give a headshot
i know who got some drank, i’m ’bout to call and see what tam got
my n-gga said that it’s death or jail and he dead now
my other n-gga abide by the same rules, he in the feds now
rap hustlin’, real trapper, i’ma try and make a sale right now
used to pull up on the plug, all i do is check the mail now
used to buy weed from this one n-gga, he a sale now
at one point in time, i was the middleman, i’m the man now
you say you gettin’ money, whip some bands out
i know you a real freaky b-tch, what your friends ’bout?
on some hot sh-t in broad day, whipped the fan out
they say i’m a different type of n-gga, that i stand out
you went to hit a l!ck, it went bad, you should’ve planned it out
n-ggas tried to cut my hand off when i had it out
you claim that you quit f-ckin’ with me, so what you mad about?
thought about makin’ a million dollars one day, i never had a doubt
i just be in the booth talkin’ sh-t, i don’t have to shout
you swear everybody know who you is, you don’t have no clout
what i drink in lean just this week was a bad amount
my b-tch don’t like me to drink it, but when i do, me and her have it out
you ain’t got sh-t to your name but a car, what you braggin’ ’bout?
big-body trucks, hard to back it out
a wouldn’t let me smell the weed out the ‘bow bag, i told him, “bag it now”
he told me give him one or two days, me and him almost had it out
you must be smokin’ jokes up, what you laughin’ ’bout?
go to the mall, see what i want and i’m cashin’ out
just look at tags for the size, i don’t ask the amount
i wasn’t gettin’ no love on instagram, now they addin’ me now
used to ride past n-ggas, now they flaggin’ me down
wonderin’ if i really got the bag, they keep askin’ around
i was gettin’ love on everything, now they taxin’ me now
they think ’cause i rap that i’m rich, i been havin’ to lie
quit hustlin’, everybody still be askin’ to shop
you actin’ like vladtv, ’cause you askin’ a lot
i don’t wanna tell n0body, but i got act’ in my pop (sh-t)
heard somebody beatin’ on the door, now i’m rackin’ my glock
hop out the bushes on a n-gga like jack-in-the-box
leave a n-gga in his driveway, now he dead at his spot
you gotta replay this song ’cause i’m sayin’ a lot
the b-tches that you dream to f-ck of, i stay on they mind
g-r-i-n-d hard, i stay on my grind
get a pint, grab two pops, pour an eight at a time
you only poured a one and a two, you wastin’ your lines

- grindhard e

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