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gaika - grip lyrics

[intro]
girl with shame never wash no face
[?] make a judge shake
we’ll celebrate, then we’ll fly
regulate this boy
girl with shame never wash no face
[?] make a judge shake
we’ll celebrate, then we’ll fly
regulate this boy
girl with shame never wash no face
[?] make a judge shake
we’ll celebrate

[verse 1]
did i ever see a [?] cousin
crippin’ at the bar with the next white russian
dangerous like a dog with no muzzle
come through, k!ll a n-gga and him strugglin’ mother
my brother understand and salute every bloodclat gang
bad yute with a pistol in ‘is hands
[?] every block that bangs
listen to the [?] fallin’ off my lips
she made a mockery and rubbed it on ‘er cl-t
p-ssygrabber just smashin’ up sh-t
all the districts smashin’ through the hips
come to my yard this mornin’
to the club where the hoes get rich
i pay your bills if you show me you can strip
bend over, girl, just grip

[chorus]
grip for the money, girl, grip
grip for the money, girl, grip
grip for the money, girl, grip
twist up on the body [?]
grip for the money, girl, grip
grip for the money, girl, grip
grip for the money, girl, grip
twist up on the body [?]
grip for the money, girl, grip
grip for the money, girl, grip
grip for the money, girl, grip
twist up on the body [?]

[verse 2]
there’s nothing left but the way that we feel
so i can’t blame a b-tch for preein’ that dem are drill
’cause it’s real when the streets leak blood
but you’ve never seen the money from drugs
put food in your son, shoes ‘pon your mother
[?] ’cause your people dem done up
with my funds, a generation need
free my black gang ballad [?]
money that dreads the shooter [?]
[?] snitch to the coppers
hefty magazines put bags in the lockers
east don for the clean white collars
c0ked up on the guilt free dollars
they lookin’ for the knowledge from the silicon scholars
dem and the heaters and the fake ayatollahs
and fashion tips from a holy place

- gaika lyrics

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