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letra de the shutter - grindhard e

[intro: detwan love]
(lonzetheking)
huh, huh
if i like you, look
huh, huh, b-tch

[verse 1: detwan love]
if i like you, then, b-tch, i’ma hit you from the side
why the f-ck would you send the addy thinkin’ we ain’t finna slide?
hit my side b-tch from the side, my baby mama from the front
why we keep talkin’ ’bout this n-gga, ain’t he in a blunt?
f-ck i look like beefin’ with this n-gga over our sl-t?
i’m feelin’ different, when i go home, i’ma f-ck my b-tch in her b-tt
a n-gga got the k without the handle like he go huntin’
n-gga shook my hand five times, he probably stole somethin’

[verse 2: freakyy t]
n-gga ride around with a rat, he probably told somethin’
i ride around with a k like i’m goin’ huntin’
n-gga said they want smoke, but he don’t want nothin’
burn his ass up like a white russian
hit him in his head and throw him out like he david ruffin
and if a n-gga disrespect, then you know we comin’
plr’s .223, that b-tch hold a hundred
you ain’t really in the streets, you better get some money
[verse 3: grindhard e]
n-ggas ain’t got they own bags, they out here gettin’ fronted
i be really grindin’, grindin’ hard from sunday to monday
got some weed from a1 in a blue pack, blueberry cruffin
real dope fiend, just mixed some morton, tris, and tussion’
auntie just called me with the drank, she already know i’m comin’
showed a hundred twenties on facebook, you ain’t gettin’ no money
i got a hundred-twenty blue circle pills, but i want a hundred
n-gga f-cked his best friend b-tch, he is not one hundred
got ninety-nine problems, but my b-tch just made it a hundred
i got a thousand blue strips, that’s a ten, it don’t look like nothin’

[verse 4: detwan love]
my n-gga trippin’, he be doin’ sh-t for nothin’
f-cked around and robbed a brick man for seven hundred
n-gga make me mad, i’ll link with my cousin and go n-gga huntin’
everything a game until your cousin fresh on sunday
remember bein’ at grandma house playin’ a playstation, black monday
and your baby mama a ho, she got a scholarship for d-ck suckin’
if you gotta mention your n-gga for some p-ssy, boy, that’s d-ck suckin’
fn hit him in his stomach, that’s a tummy tuck
my n-gga k!lled n-ggas, he in the county doin’ push-ups
see you in the car with your daughter and blow that b-tch up
i know a n-gga got some ice, but he scared, he got his wrist tucked

[verse 5: freakyy t]
told that b-tch, “don’t talk the whole ride, you here for stuffin'”
i been gettin’ to that money, papercuts from me thumbin’
got a couple blood n-ggas with me, you know how we bomin’
put a stock on the back of the k ’cause it’s russian
have my pants halfway down, you know i was rushin’
b-tch askin’ what i’m doin’, i ain’t doin’ nothin’
i was tryna get the head, i wasn’t really tryna f-ck her
plus i hit her best friend, i’m a sneaky motherf-cker
[verse 6: grindhard e]
i just f-cked a b-tch raw dog, forgot my rubber
doin’ a hundred on a backstreet tryna dodge the undercovers
wonder why this b-tch starin’ at me out in public? ’cause i f-cked her
bet if she would have gave you some p-ssy, you would’ve cuffed her
i’m the type of n-gga beat her ass and get in a shootout with her brother
b-tch p-ssy good, i ain’t gon’ lie, i said i love her
.308 got a big kick when it shoot, it sound like thunder
you got water-whipped, i’m cookin’ straight drop, it look like b-tter
bum-ass n-gga ain’t got no transportation, he ride the shutter

- grindhard e

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