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big grind - collard greens lyrics

bg1:
now i done been broke & called alot of things
fast forward now big grind the hottest thing
they talk down on you but they need alot of things
got my own plate dont care about yo collard greens
playing like its smoke when they see u not a thing
223’s we dont need a boxing ring
acting like he winning boy having lot of dreams
aint taking care of home then yo ass is not a king
i might lack homies but i got alotta cheese, a third of em flaw i rather count alotta g’s
salute a n+gga hustle i’ll never knock a thing
unless he come for me then i show im out his league
not keeping up with n+ggas tell da truth im outta reach
my hustle never end yours running out of speed
one of my favorite days b+tch is halloween
ill never spoil a hoe u is not a queen

when they do u wrong they act like u dont exist
like i did some n+gga u is now dismissed
aint no blood around i just dropped a 4 of tris
boy this straight to the face high as sh+t, n+ggas act like hoes but i bet ima die rich, pulling lil stunts n+gga u gone die a b+tch, hear alotta lies in they raps they writing myths
baby i be high so ima just reply a gif
aint gotta fwm but they cant deny he lit, sneak diss to ya b+tch but she knowing that he it
knowing that relationship with dude boring ass sh+t
staying in one place yall not exploring sh+t
me & my b+tch everywhere touring sh+t, b+tch we doing the most in & out of foreign sh+t
dont know the destination but i know we going rich
big grind came along way from hoeing sh+t
now i done been f+cked up so i dont do no judging
and i still got real racks and ion do no clubbing
this b+tch is just a head shorty we not doing no f+cking
my heart in one place so i cannot do not loving
n+ggas like to sit i dont think they doing no hustling
let a n+gga fall i no longer be no crutches
all i want is papers dont want woods or no dutchess
like my money even i dont like it looking rugid
tapped in with my vato and he always talking smuggling
the humble dont stumble p+ssy boy aint no stumbling
everytime they give bg da ball aint no fumbling
loyal over royal play with mines then its bussing
most of these n+ggas deer meat & we hunting
know i turn heads round this b+tch at every function
they say they dont like u but u always in discussion
keep them n+ggas guessing so hard they getting concussions

- big grind lyrics

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