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letra de igr (feat. dba & crow bro) - yung grippy

(b-tch)
(grip ayy)
(ayy ayy yuh)
(yung grippy)

(verse 1)
[yung grippy]
overdose on ketamine call me mr. krabs
on your knees so much b-tch you got scabs
and you know your ho’s, a f-cking gold digger
bury my d-ck in your girl, call me a grave digger
f-cking on your sister i gave her the d-ck
f-cked your mom too, because i’m f-cking sl!ck
when i nut, i do it quick
blast your boy, with the f-cking gl!ck
why’s your mom, such a b-tch
she’s doin the magic, like a f-cking witch
hit your dad, with a big stick
got some money i’m f-cking rich
wrist colder than a fridge
d-ck long like a bridge
your b-tch is a dyk-
she ride on me like a trike
f-cked 10 call it a strike, k!lling these rappers third reich
bars so sharp call it a spike
cum in my sock it’s from nike
in my mouth there is ice
jacking off is an exercise
all i eat is rice and i comes at a low price
p-rnhub is a paradise
(verse 2)
[dba]
(ayy ayy) i eat ass for dinner
i don’t need your b-tch bro my b-tch is way thicker (ayy)
i carry that weapon got it on me i’m a hitter
aiming at your wiener if i go to pull that trigger
your ego isn’t big my pp is way bigger
b-tch why are you hangry
go and eat a snicker i’ve had this drip since a baby
got tommy hilfiger and i drink to k!ll my liver
i do not swallow i have always been a spitter

(verse 3)
[crow bro]
(yuh) b-tch i’m with the gripper he’s wearing bunny slippers
and he’ll steal your b-tch and he’ll take her out to dinner
he got b-tches on his zipper
while making your ho quiver making money like a printer
wocky slush f-ck up the liver
(yuh) (wo-wocky slush)
(yo where the honey dips at)

(verse 4)
[crow bro]
uzi on my hip hit that shot like scottie pip
and you know i won’t miss cuz i got them hollow tips
stacks are fat like g-y blimp b-tch your pp is shrimp
smack a b-tch like a pimp
wallet so fat i walk with a limp
(ayy b-tch)

- yung grippy

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