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letra de get a grip (feat. dba & big bad jojo) - yung grippy

(yung grippy)
(okay)
(big bad jojo comin into town)

(verse 1)
[big bad jojo}
im strapped up with that deuce deuce (boom boom)
your mom looks like a moose moose
ill chop you down like bruce bruce (eeyah)
curb stomp you with these bape shoes
i dont slurp off that grape juice
b-tch you a f-ckin fruit loop
yung grip make your mom loose loose (loose)
your girl just made us coose coose
igr you know i been with it
your wig you know i will split it
yung grip just got your mom’s digits
come for ya neck, i been viscous
stay ruthless i got no limits
my pp is extended
dont give a f-ck if you offended
your mom just got her guts blended
(ay) (wuh) pull up and get it rackin
yung grip got your mommy gaggin
your b-tch look like bilbo baggins (wuh)
(ay) dont be mad cuz we gettin some traction
our efforts are only a fraction
and you just a b-tch and we laughin
(verse 2)
[dba]
(grip) we grab and squeeze (squeeze)
turn you to a pulp i got your b-tch rubbin my feet (ay)
like your mom, i am a thug i am a don (yuh)
you’re not sh-t p-ssy boy you’re just a pon (ay)
im holding life taker in my palms (wuh)
your b-tch is old enough to be my mom
when im spitting bars, they’re dropping like they’re bombs
i explode on her face then im gone (gone)
wake up in the mornin and im clutchin on this glock
walk outside while i wear louis vuitton (louis vuitton)
you can’t rap so pass it off like a baton (like a baton)
you’re so stupid ay, f-ckin moron (yuh)
i eat her p-ssy like soup when im quenched ayy
your b-tch p-ssy get so wet when i flex ayy (flex)
you f-ckin squee i got your bich on her knees (yuh)
when we in this sh-t she singing high notes low key
and if i tell a b-tch to freeze, then they gon freeze
yung grip, wearin jesus sandals (jesus sandals)
we ready for battle
put you in a spliff knock you down you’ll get dismantled
acting like we dont ball we got the handles
and when these b-tches call they could get a sample

(well h-llo there, i will now proceed to f-ck your mom)
(verse 3)
[yung grippy]
the game is what i trample
yung grip is a vandal
i got this sh-t handled
and im litter than a candle (ooh)
my cum sock’s in a drawer
i see your mom at the store (ooh)
your girl is a wh0re (ouh)
and your b-tch is at my door (ayy)
i nut in your mom
your dad was at somme (somme)
im never calm
my d-ck’s an atomic bomb
call her hiroshima, cuz she’ll feel my peenah
call her nagasaki cuz ill fill her like a stocking (ooh)
call me the king because i got some bling
im the king of the ring and my diamonds got some sheen (ayy)
my cum is so icky
b-tches give me stiffies (ouh)
b-tches say its icky but they still give me the stiffy (stiffy)
parites are litty
i eat on that kitty (cat)
some b-tch showed her titty while her man threw a fitty (fit)
im better than ric flair
iive got nice hair (ayy)
f-cked her so hard she need a wheelchair (bruh)
[yung grippy]
uhh, this one goes out to my mom
i know you’re hearing this song so uh, hi
hows it goin, alright see you

- yung grippy

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