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da$h – grade-a lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, so x4)
(bud, grade-a, b-tch, grade-a, gun, grade-a)
(b-tch, grade-a, drugs, grade-a)
-woman screams- (shut the f-ck up b-tch, if you wanna live)
(ayy, grade-a, grade-a, grade-a)
(f-ck the cops)
yeah, so
yeah, so
(b-tch, grade-a, drugs, grade-a, guns, grade-a)
as if you ain’t f-ckin’ know
as if you ain’t f-ckin’ know
(see me, say mayday)
yeah, so
ayy
yeah, so
yeah, so
yeah, so

[hook]
f-ck the cops, f-ck the judge, f-ck the dea
sippin’ jugg, de for a rainy day
if my teacher saw me now what would she say
same thing that the fiends say, grade-a
grade-a (x17)
f-ck the cops, f-ck the judge, f-ck the dea
yeah, so (x8)

[verse]
bendin’ corners, burnin’ bridges, breakin’ b-tches
all while tryna duck a sentence too
young and troubled, i’m the pinnacle
getting who, tre eight on the physical
snub turn your brain to noodle soup
came to show these n-gg-s who is who
packs that i flew and sold in school, grade-a
mayday, don’t f-ck with no naysay, i ain’t seen sh-t
walter p with the beam kit
need some cut to mix the lean with
turn your wife into a scene b-tch, all facts
got some n-gg-s servin’ life times cause most of y’all n-gg-s all rats
observe from the top, blowin’ pot, sippin’ drop
and i swear i ain’t lonely now that my demons my homies
i swear if they could they would clone me
completin’ the mission, my flow is forbidden
i swear you too big for your britches, i’m f-ckin’ they b-tches
i’m from the era where you bang and you givin’ out st-tches you f-ggots wouldn’t known, i’m gettin’ to the dough
anyway i can, moore’s fatha kitchen, then we baggin’ dope
out a f-ckin’ brick, doing hand-to-hands
you would think we playin’ ring around the rose
london town, a couple thousand pound a show
b-tch, don’t you say that i ain’t international
ever been to places when you go to other places
their customs will h-ssle you, trappin’ for capital
all off of rappin’, know that i’m snappin’
young and i’m active
you try to interfere, my instinct is clappin’
i’m true to my faction
we move out the tightest of regiments
surrounding myself with some predicates
destination, where the cheddar is
slidin’ down, off the sedatives
ridin’ ’round, off the medicine
weapons is guns and intelligence
say that the devil sent, i’m sure i ain’t heaven sent
but then again, yeah i’m h-lla bent
yeah, i’m h-lla bent
but then again, yeah i’m h-lla bent
they say that we devil sent
i’m just sure i ain’t heaven sent
then again, yeah i’m h-lla bent
h-lla bent, then again, yeah i’m h-lla bent

[hook]
f-ck the cops, f-ck the judge, f-ck the dea
sippin’ jugg, de for a rainy day
if my teacher saw me now what would she say
same thing that the fiends say, grade a
grade-a (x17)
f-ck the cops, f-ck the judge, f-ck the dea
yeah, so (x8)

[outro: da$h & stevie]
no stress, more checks, more s-x. what the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?

what you smokin’ on? you smokin’ on some fire?

might be some ammi, might be some maf-ckin’ cheese, it just might be some hogs breath. i just know i smokin’ better than y’all n-gg-s is smokin’ at home

aww yeah (true)

and they gave me a school bus

right, not a green room, but a green bus

n-gg-, i’mma professor n-gg-

that’s life

i’m professor n-gg-

that’s progress

i’m professin’ n-gg-

my profession is; livin’ like a wild maf-cka and makin’ y’all n-gg-s hate y’all sh-t or just wanna do it like me. cause don’t front you wanna do it like me

preach

real talk. rip yams, free mugga n-gg-, i don’t give a f-ck ’bout nothin’ else. my n-gg-s or nothin’

it’s all love

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