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GrandeMarshall
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GODBPM
[Intro] Fuck my enemies bitch Actin' bad and gettin' rich Uh Uh Uhhhhh
[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall] Free all of my fed homiesAnnotate Rest in peace to my dead homies Fuck that other shit nigga Lets get this bread homie One time for the real niggas For them I will kill niggas Stand in front the judge and never tell And never squeal nigga Two times for the freak hoes Murder mommies who respect the G-code Keep her nose high and her heels too On twitter like 'Grande im trill too' My nigga, my nigga, my niggas is niggas For life young niggas wit a attitude How you mad at that? That ain't real rap? Fuck nigga you still stuck in 92' Hollow in yo head, this ya brain on drugs Didn't momma tell you, 'young nigga don't mess with them thugs!' Don't be no enemy of mine Don't be no fake friend either Cause all that's gon' get you's a bag And a trip to the preacher And I worked too get this shit But I'd fight harder to keep it Cold nights I slept with the heater And a full clip a'soul eaters Kept that mask on handy A couple sacks a' that candy A couple of blacks my niggas Outback who wanna get off? fine n' dandy I know you fuck niggas been waiting Been craving to hit something Taking pages outta Craven's nigga Creepin' and bumpin' We on that bullshit nigga Go head and bullshit nigga Keep grabbin' life by the horns And end up as bullshit nigga Chuuuch!
[Hook] This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or buss a head(x3) Or fuck my enemies bitch, actin' bad and gettin' rich (repeat x2)
[Verse 2: GrandeMarshall] Black flags at full sail Black mask with a gold shell Titties hangin' out her camo jacket Pack a 22-platinum Chanel Hearin' threats but I ain't hearin' shots Gettin' hate but I ain't gettin' shot Niggas talk but nigga don't chalk Young nigga with a old soul I came up wit a rare breed Ain't no future in frontin' nigga Since a young bul I been a OG What's money to me? What's hoes to me? What's drugs to me? That's a lick nigga Ridin' round with the windows down You hear the sounds in those sets nigga That set nigga! (that set nigga!) Uhh, what that smell like? Mixing weed, embalming fluid Burn it like a gas pipe Reaper in that crown vic Creeper in that champ hoodie Angels in that blunt wrap Eatin' in that zip nigga My ghetto got the blackest nights Runnin' from them blue and whites Skippin and bouncin' on street lights Word to the L and neither nights Raw hide shawty, rubber never touch my bitch nigga Everytime I bust know there's a rubber on my grip nigga!
[Hook] [End]
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