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letra de grindin - roney

[intro]
what the f-ck it is n-gga?

[hook: roney]

grindin’ that’s the motto we live by
put time in, playin’ games we got no time, grind!
till i stack so high, ride!
for all the n-gga’s who are close by
if you rained out please stay on the roy side
big gun eagle eye, that’ll get you so fried, grind!
that’s the motto we live by, ride!
till, all of your foes die

[verse 1: keelow]

yo i tell these act sick like my n-ggas won’t air you, or talked up till you see me creepin’ in your rear view
so i dare you, if it’s me you wanna harm g’ shots make your heart stop i’m out in a heartbeat
always on my feet cause n-ggas snake for the right price, tourin’ these dark streets i keep it close like a nightlight
when i let it go they takin’ off like a race, n-ggas always rat why you think this mask on my face?
why you think i’m on this block makin’ cash different ways?
nippin’ peoples heads and shots pushing back your waves
your mom catchin’ graves when my n-ggas say they laugh
but it’s a straight face when i stick em’ for they stash
yo, cause john knows i got some stacks at my base
but i’m still robbin’ n-ggas like i’m flat out my face
still shootin’ shots, no shoes get em’ laced, do this thing dirty get away with no trace

[hook: roney]

[verse 2: roney]

yo, i’ll ride out for the close ones, crunch time, do time for the close ones
when it comes down in the long run, you n-ggas broke i’m the man with the long gun
your f-ckin’ with the wrong one, if my n-ggas broke i’mma break bread
i’mma get you smoked out like a dope head, n-gga n-gga old-e from this chrome led
you owe me, pay me or i flip beds anything i find is mine, then i’m a jet!
certain n-ggas shouldn’t chip better off with a cheque
certain n-ggas shouldn’t grip freeze when they see says, freeze when they see goonies
but it’s nothin’ like the movie, bunch a young yutes with nothin’ but a toolie
but will still on our f-ckery, and the streets dun cuff me, i’m countin’ money got me feelin’ so lucky
still feelin’ cursed cause i sleep with a duppy, you n-ggas all sweet and me i’m on my munchies
munchies, i mean on my grungy, so come try slump me, i love guns, and my gun loves me
strap on my side like a wife and a huggy, day shift night shift no kid cudi rubber band money
stack by the 50’s come try jack me i brought the strap with me

- roney

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