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letra de wow! - grindhard e

[intro: grindhard e]
what the f-ck!
wow, it’s no way
wow!
sh-t!
(just a lil’ flint n-gga, alright, ah)

[verse 1: grindhard e]
wow, i got all the hoes sayin’ that
how do you make 200 grand fast?
now, b-tch, get here before i beat yo’ ass
bow!
i slip yo’ ass, wow!
wow
hit him in his head, he didn’t even get to say “ouch”
sit a n-gga down without a couch
what the f-ck they got goin’ on?
them flint n-ggas goin’ crazy on every song
300 features in, and i’m still goin’
four pints in and i’m still pourin’
that’s in one night, n-gga, bring ten hoes, and bring one sprite
petty-ass sippers, i don’t drink light
before you throw a shot at me, you better think twice
switch on a glock that could’ve gone before i blinked twice
heard yo’ daddy was a plug, that must bе nice
on the eastsidе, buyin’ perc-thirties from denize
how the f-ck you shootin’ pills out of town
and you ain’t been to the v twice?
nothin’ that i sellin’ at a cheap price
i f-ck all of your hoes, you better be nice
on some dumb sh-t i-
on some dumb sh-t, i got caught with my heat twice
my n-gga got a pint of wok, he sellin’ his but i’mma keep mine
when i got shot i told my mama “i’mma be fine”
(this- this-)
this weed that i got from a1
hittin’ harder than a n-gga on the deepline
life movin’, fast forward, wish that i could rewind
went to icebox to drop a rollie, just to freeze time
all my clientele got my number up on speed dial
i’m like “take my n-gga fit, but that’ll be five”
ten b-tches, it just me and ri’, that’d a be wild
put a sign on the door that say keep out
d-mn we got a lot of sh-t to do
f-ck!
we out
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
sh-t, we got the backend, we could be out
twelve years old, i was f-ckin’ in the treehouse
ain’t no, we ain’t hit the floor, we just poured a lil’ three out
my main me go into a duffle bag and pull a e out
walkin’ on a cash homemade rug with my feet out
hit a n-gga in his artery and watch him bleed out
i was blind when i was broke, had no vision, i can see now
drank had my appetite f-cked up, i can’t eat now
i think i’m finally done with the drank, it been a week now

[verse 3: grindhard e]
had to explain every time i talked to her, she was senile
a old lady used to sell the vic’s to me for three dollars
i get everything for the low, i’mma be honest
four pockets full, i’m lil baby, i got deep pockets
they try to sh-t-talk like us, i call it rerockin’
’cause we got straight drop if you think ’bout it
they ain’t want a dime, but the b-tch only had three dollars
what the f-ck i’mma do with that?
chilled with her twice, now this b-tch gettin’ too attached
leave a n-gga sh-t on the pavement, this a dookie-strap
rest in peace my n-gga, i wish i could bring buddah back
i got my strap, i just seen the opps, where the f-ck scooter at?
like i ain’t worried ’bout ’em
i got b-tches breakin’ they necks when they see my chain
yeah, they like “who is that?”
just got a twenty ounce sprite, i put a two in that
i’ll smoke a n-gga if he shoot at me, f-ck shootin’ back
them p-ssy n-ggas tried to sh-t on me, now i’m p–pin’ back
the mic too close to the interface, where a scooter-
tryna get this water in, n-gga drop, you where doo-doo at

- grindhard e

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