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letra de grove street demon - swerzie

{verse 1}
yeah, it’s my summer now
downtime on the beat, i’m finna slide in like some b-tter now
i swear every year these rappers gettin’ h-lla dumber now
she ain’t never came, but now i turned her to a cummer now
walk in with a mac 11, all you hear is thunder sounds
how the f-ck i make a hunnid thousand and still underground
if it ain’t now b-tches at yo’ party, i’ma turn around
and if the only b-tches there is white then i’ma go home
i am a d-mn martian, need to phone home
yo’ b-tch giving head so good, i told her she got cold dome
i turn to a demon when i’m off the oxycodone, and i turn to an angel when i’m off a cup of codeine
b-tch knew she was lyin’ when she said that she ain’t know me
cause she the type to throw me for some tickets in the nosebleeds
if it’s someone better than me, beggin you to show me
but if that sh-t f-ckin’ ass i’ll cause a racket, no naomi (b-tch)
burning all the rubber in the fast lane
creepin’ like a back pain
heard this line a hundred times, but two glocks like i’m max payne
i’m inflicting max pain
got hit in the park, now she complainin’ bout a grass stain
b-tch, i’m goin’ in like i got strict parents, and i just checked the time while i’m outside and it is m-th-f-ckin’ past 8
i’ma k!ll this sh-t for the beginning to my last days
i can’t understand why all these rappers are so cap, mane

{verse 2]
i can’t understand why all these b-tches wan’ be on us
you ain’t really rotten, m-th-f-cka, please be honest
everyone who crossed me- now, but let’s put that behind us
feelin’ like i’m yn jay, i- ahhhh
feelin’ like i’m yn jay, i’m in balenciagas
asked a b-tch if she wanna f-ck, she told me “yeah we oughta”
i want me an amg, not no f-ckin’ miata
i like darkskin women, but it’s still shoutout rihanna
had to slap this beat for one time, one time, shoutout michigan
i’m no normal citizen
legend in my city, [?]
tired of all y’all mimicking
always keep a glock, even when i’m wit’ my b-tch picnickin’
your time, i done taken it
might as well go hang it up, you should’ve been done hang it up
this sh-t ain’t sad, it’s sickening
rotten, that’s the set, i’ll let y’all know in every song until my money ankles long, you not gon’ see me f-ckin’ finish it

- swerzie

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