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letra de grain of salt - kid kwazii

-fight audio-

i’m only 16
i’m tryna make sure that my whip clean
need a cool whip no whip cream
got a big beam and a pimp ring no simping

i heard you n-ggas don’t like me
but your girl do
she gon’ ask for a playback
i’m young and i’m gifted and black and so probably next year i’m gon’ have a maybach
and n-gga i’m laid back
cause i stay strapped
label told me don’t say that
i don’t have a girlfriend
i just know a girl who would get mad if she heard me say that

i see a lot more than i speak about
itty bitty n-gga talking’ sh-t i bet i beat him out
comin’ with the flow to blow your whole speakers out your back window
b-tch i’m really getting heated now
undeated for a reason i don’t speak it out
got a mop not to clean this house but to clean it out
got your b-tch complaining talking’ bout she never eating out
took her on a hike up a mountain and took my p-n-s out
spin a n-gga block like a cd sipping’ fiji
while your wifey please me
n-gga said it’s on sight when he see me
caught him lackin’ now he actin’ like stevie
wonder who these new n-ggas tryna be me
take it’s easy kwazii back with dc on a beat
guaranteed to pop like a bb
guns on the t.v screen that is 3d

(oh f-ck)

okay d-mn n-gga d-mn
yeah i’m going in, going ham
i’m seeing you as a lamb
n-gga i just am what i am
and what i am is a problem
i’m looking for a n-gga who could solve ’em
i was cast from the church like a goblin

chopsticks got the block lit
bad b-tch looking chocolate
sandwich wit’ a hot b-tch
topless took her shopping
my gang look at your clique
your girl just an average
my b-tch pocahontas
look at this money i’m earnin’
look at these virgins i’m burnin’
my purchases stirring accounts
and my cash flow determines my courage
so ask yourself if your deserving or if you are serving my purpose
i’m purging the surface like germans did
i’m making waves like the currents did
currency make it more urgent
assuring a clean crime like detergent
i’m learning your

moves b-tch get out the way
n-gga you a lame go away

n-ggas tryna merge in my lane on the highway
shoot ’til the brain matter spray
red mist in the air like glade
give your b-tch the d no wade
wait that was your girl no way
’cause she was at my crib all day

blood on my hands while i write this
sh-t won’t ask off man i tried it
angel on my shoulder give advice quick
while the devil in the mirror tryna fight it
wouldn’t it be ironic if n-ggas liked it
wouldn’t it be so funny if n-ggas hyped it
wouldn’t you be a dummy if you start typing
godd-mn n-gga read my mind you a psychic
oh no no no no no no no no n-gga please don’t gas me
just like a tesla i’m moving full speed
that mean ain’t no way you could pass me
plus i’m indigenous in this b-tch n-gga
there’s no godd-mn way you could tax me
and i’m with my boy like backstreet
she wanna f-ck in the crib, nah backseat

yuh dc bring ’em drums in
kwazii k!lla they start runnin’
(i could say whatever the f-ck i want, it don’t even matter y’all n-gga gon’ f-ck with it anyways)
-laugh- b-tch

you already know it’s your boy flash
dexgang ’till we f-cking die, ’till the f-cking grave man
yuh dig

- kid kwazii

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