letra de grind'n (freestyle) - shawn chrystopher
(intro)
yeah, shawn chrys, b–tch
hahaha, already kn’ this sh-t
(verse)
i been smokin’ all day, n-gg- still ain’t high
they talk sh-t and n-gg- still ain’t try
and i told the reaper that i still ain’t die
i’m livin’ life 4-10, why you, why you p-ssy n-gg-s still ain’t five?
i ride back like a n-gg- left his phone charger
got 50 on the nicks, not the square garden
got me worried bout who playn, ‘s how the game played
b or jeans in the wash like the way way bullsh-t
ain’t payn, ‘s why yo baby momma missin’ work
she threw a ? (ballet?!) she was diggin’ work
have a b-tch losin’ her religion for a finny purse
backstage, rear room, lookin’ like it’s cascade
real n-gg-s march, p-ssy n-gg-s love to side sit
yeah, i hear you talkin’, but i’m hearin’ what the cat say
and i’m livin’ every 24 like it’s my last day
sittin’ in the couch, blue hondas in the ?
n-gg-, is you that same sh-t like michael jacksay
cocaine, hammer b-tch livin’ with a fat face
fell asleep all in that p-ssy, wake up like a newborn
they say that you on, okey, clicka bottle bottle anyway
blow and my fingernails full of weed, f-ck a pre-roll
a full throttle, have the gloves and the goggles
but i’m still 15 from the base, like a free throw
all swish, no shack boy, neva miss
all’s white, lookin’ fresher than a peppermint
i got a lawyer, but that n-gg- neva settle sh-t
tip-toed out and the n-gg- neva met his sis
n-gg-s hungry sh-t same n-gg-s that ain’t neva eat
time for gettin’ high like every n-gg- is irrelevant
got my b-tch some heels, price tag, lights everywhere’
scatter red ball with my bubby that’s my preference
ya eva feel that it was your time?!
and had a kid with my initials, said like oh nah
i’m at the red light, screamin’ out ‘it’s go time!’
15 racks before i say it’s show time
woah, skinny black n-gg-, car yellow
just had me feelin’ like a marshmallow
weed sellin’ like a for-settle(?)
la la on my tongue like i’m goin’ mellow
ok, boy, hold up!
you know what? you showed up, you f-cked up
you blow up, you get rich, you don’t come
and show us, you know us, ah, awe
in 27 years, i ain’t gave 4 f-cks
i parked outside, got the hoes see me show up
p-ssy n-gg-, quit cryin’, it’s a dough up
i’m p-ssin’ out every time a n-gg- pour up
only pull up in a lotus cuz the white people know us
they only know us cuz my flow f-ckin’ throw up
mashed it, tattered up like a stone front
that b-tch fangora(?), my b-tch gorgeous
and all i got ‘s a mixtape and a tour-bus
show me love! yeah, sh-t
grindin, grindin, shawn chrys, b-tch
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