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Grapefruit Lyrics - Artist : LPB Poody
[1k Johnny:]
Bitch, I be up before the sun, I feel like I popped a bean She gon' fuck a nigga, heard we winnin', she might do the team That boy ain't steppin', what he rap?, he rap 'bout what he seen My clip full of hollows, when I pop ya, it's gon' clear the scene We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few [LPB Poody:] Poody on the beat, but I ain't talkin' make up Talkin' out your mouth, yeah we'll fuck your face up Yeah my niggas, they so cut, they kinda like a razor No Blac Youngsta, but my niggas they gon' try to shake sum Move in silence all we know, I told that boy don't say none Still in the hood with my hood on, rock it like I'm Treyvon Bitch, you can't steal my flow, cause boy this shit here A1 Got so much love for my niggas, they been down since day 1 Hey look Ballin' on you niggas, I done scored a triple-double Jit done got a wall, so you know that you in trouble I'm tryna make it out, I wanna blow just like a bubble Niggas hatin' on me, got em walkin' from the huttle Beatin' up that pussy, she so wet, I left a puddle That's all that I can give her, you know I can never love her I'm really bout my bread, and we gon' spread it like some butter Gettin' cheese don't move me, I know you heard my brother Snappin' on the beat, but when I talk I usually stutter They don't care, cause they know I can't compare to others Do it for my momma, got to get her out the gutter Runnin' up a bag, now I'm walkin' with a duffle Really 'bout my chips, no casino, I love them Ruffles Playin' in the field, had to get it up off the muscle Teach a boy the game, I can show you how to hustle I'm too fly to fuckin' fight, no, I ain't tryna tussle [1k Johnny:] We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few |
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