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GRABBA Lyrics - Artist : Ron Suno
(This clip it gon'
This clip it gon') Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin vibes (Punch like grabba Niggas ain't never on nada) Gang (I need them) Okay, Kino, I see you (Bucks like grabba This clip it gon' Punch like grabba Niggas ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like gr— Bae gettin' rich I'm on top of the—, yes I'ma go hop out the f— I'ma go hop out and Yes) (Boom) This clip it gon' Punch like grabba Niggas ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like Giannis Bae gettin' rich I'm on top of the roster I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and (Yes) I'ma go hop out and Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap (Nah) So how can I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— (Yes) So how can I—? (Gang) They call me Big Suno, never lack I keep a grippy stuffed up in a sack I got this .45 up in the bag Please do not post the live or where you at Niggas gon' hate and talk, but never mind it If I see opp, I tell my bitch [?] 'em I cannot fuck if shorty not exotic She got a man and said, "Let's get me naughty" I'm gettin' heavy money than my teachers I sip on henny, I don't do the liters Told her to rate me on a scale from 1 through 10, goddamn, I nearly broke the meter I got a bad bitch named Aaliyah She give me top, I'm taking off her sneakers Oh, that's your friend? Come and she can join too, like, fuck it, we gon' have a threesome I'm in a big body not a beamer I'm in my [?], like ron playin' Cleveland Said he got pounds, I found a way to seek it She wanna bump my music, but don't [?] it I feel like Trey Songz with the steadies Oh that's your wife? I'm grabbing on her wetty I might just hit and pass her to the lefty She said she love me, I don't let her text me This clip it gon' Punch like grabba Niggas ain't never on nada I need them Bucks like Giannis Bae gettin' rich I'm on top of the roster I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and flock 'em (Boom) I'ma go hop out and (Yes) I'ma go hop out and Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a strap, strap (Nah) So how can I lack, lack, lack? Tell 'em get back, back, back Those were the facts, facts, facts I keep a st— (Yes) So how can I—? (Gang) |
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