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letra de grab it - lil pod

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[intro]
it’s lil pod b-tch (lil pod b-tch)

[verse 1 – lil pod]
running to the f-cking cache (yuh)
i smoke in public you gotta stash (yuh)
pull out the glocks you talking rash (yuh)
take it to the curb your skull gonna get bashed

smokin on that hash
all these b-tches wanna smash
doin them in thirty seconds ‘cuz i gotta dash
money callin’ so i’m there like the flash

pop a head off
take his trophy case full of caps
i’m a murda n-gga
none of y’all p-ssy boys had a finga on the trigga
just a young boy getting bigger
so you ain’t thus getting bitter
dressed in designer
i’m a real outfitter
nut in your girl mouth
hope her stomach is a real babysitter

[pre-chorus]
grab it fast
you’re in last
when i go to your crib
you’re gonna need a bib
grab it slow
on your bed
give me head
do the race and come in first
tie your lace or be the worst

grab it gang, trophy is a habit
i run just like a rabbit
see it and grab it

i smoke the dope with the pope

[bridge]
every day
every way
all night
do it right

yeah yeah yeah yeah

f-ck so many b-tches i forgot all their names
been to school every day i be slackin’ my game

pull up to my crib
i’ll make sure to bust all your rib

[chorus]
they call me lil pod
no i don’t smoke pods
i get high off life
just f-ckin’ your wife

[outro}
none of them last because i’m doin’ them fast
none of them last because i’m doin’ them fast

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