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Holy Grail Flow Lyrics - Artist : Skeme
Young OG, straight out the "I"
With the hallelujah Holy Grail flow Slim nigga, but his pockets thicker than them H-town and ATL hoes The day that you find someone better than me in this bitch That's the day that hell froze I made it this far from Crenshaw and Manchester Blocks so hot, that's the hell hole (hold up) OT Lb's of that Cali OG A.k.a we could send you some L-bows We don't be selling nuthin' less than QP's What the fuck you gonna do with that scale bro? Escobar season, all year round my way But we get to knock at your tell bro Chef of extras like I'm Raekwon, Cuban Links So I'm serving clientele bro Underground King, like I'm Bun B Underground King, like I'm Chad Butler Need it all before I go, gotta have it Bitch, when we started We ain't have nuthin' (hold up) Woke up this mornin', my mind was on money Been like that for years, every Monday to Sunday Hustlin' from Monday to Monday, she Tuesday to Tuesday Still drinkin' that drink, not on Dusse' Do what I want, give a fuck 'bout what who say? When I say who say That mean him, him, and you say I kick the shit, I mean kick it like Liu Kang Just hit the A, I might head to the Blue Flame 25K in this bitch, that's just loose change Bitch that's our money, miss me with that new slang Hands-free while I'm parking this new thing Recline the seat and get head out your boo thang (wait) Right... This shit here be over sick, I'm over shit Like fuck a bitch, it's over quick Middle fingers for the cam Like 'Pac and shit Show you niggas how to ball Gregg Popovich I'm the type of nigga pull up and knock the fifth You the type of nigga, sit down and squat to piss Got a Migo, all we talk about is guac and chips Now hater nigga suck a dick, use lots of spit I go harder in that paint than Rodman did I ride 'round the I side with a Glock in the whip And fuck with any nigga thinkin' I got dollars to get I've been fucking over checks You just starting to get O.k. a nigga been trill, I live in the hills My hand on the wheel, and got a muthafuckin' license to kill And bitch my denim expensive, my clip is extended The cake in my vision I'm going for it, like its 4th and some inches Before a nigga fall off, get the sawed off Call a hearse for these niggas Get these bodies hauled off Fat mac on a Slim Thug, Imma boss hog Got Loaded everything out your nigga mouth raw Switch up stance, and throw them hooks south paw West side Ingles, but got a down south drawl You ain't came across a nigga like me (hell nah) I could have a hundred hands And I still wouldn't feel ya'll, nigga... Dead ass, fuck you niggas talkin' about Over, over, over Look Imma start just... Havin' a class for these little niggas to learn how to rap or something Serious 'bout that |
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