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letra de test that grip! - trxveler

[intro: grioten]
hm-hm-hmm-hmm
hm-hm-hmm
he-he-he-he-he
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough

[chorus: grioten]
let me test that grip, b-tch, speed the f-ck up
i be sippin’ on bacardi, while i’m drivin’ through the mud
don’t leave your nest, i’ma stomp you like a bug
took a sip of this fine wine, lookin’ up above
got two best friends and they f-ckin’ sh-t up, yuh
gettin’ to the bag, b-tch, i ain’t livin’ rough
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough

[verse 1: grioten]
yuh, yuh, yuh
don’t give a f-ck about you b-tch, ’cause i’m gonna be the best yuh
ak-47, right up on your head
don’t cry lil’ b-tch, let me tuck yo ass to bed
night-night b-tch, only thing you see is f-ckin’ death
got too much money, don’t leavе no tips
if you f-ckin’ with my feelings, i’ma leave you off the rip
m-th-f-cka spin back, wanna see your ass lit
[interlude]
hm-hm-hmm-hmm
hе-he-he-he-he

[verse 2: grioten]
i just wanna hit my dance, b-tch, i put you in a trance
move your hips switch up, like a tran
you a 10 out of 10, so i gotta lock in
peep this sh-t, boutta be yo man
got too many thots, can’t choose none of them
pick me b-tch, boutta drop her pen
we can s-xt all night, if you a freak fan
m-th-f-cka wanna talk, can’t make no bands
yeah, i know i got this cold heart, b-tch i don’t give a f-ck
i’ma do that b-tch, then leave her to rot
hit a pump to the max, ’cause i can’t get enough
i wanna flex to the homies, ’cause they know what’s up
only thing i’m f-ckin’ lookin’ at is your tits
put your hands in the air, i’ma steal your b-tch, yuh
i don’t really care, don’t throw no fits
drop down from the air, with a dripped up kit, yuh

[bridge]
yuh, shoot a m-th-f-cka in the face, don’t give a f-ck
we can make a movie in our room, no cinema (he-he-he-he-he)
keep that glock in my pants, b-tch i keep it tucked
let’s go out, no plans, b-tch i’m off the rocks
[chorus]
let me test that grip, b-tch, speed the f-ck up
i be sippin’ on bacardi, while i’m drivin’ through the mud
don’t leave your nest, i’ma stomp you like a bug
took a sip of this fine wine, lookin’ up above
got two best friends and they f-ckin’ sh-t up, yuh
gettin’ to the bag, b-tch, i ain’t livin’ rough
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough

[chorus]
let me test that grip, b-tch, speed the f-ck up
i be sippin’ on bacardi, while i’m drivin’ through the mud
don’t leave your nest, i’ma stomp you like a bug
took a sip of this fine wine, lookin’ up above
got two best friends and they f-ckin’ sh-t up, yuh
gettin’ to the bag, b-tch, i ain’t livin’ rough
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough
what, you tryna be me? oh b-tch, that’s tough

- trxveler

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