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grape squad - frosh lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: mountain drew]
chilling in the studio, eat some pop-tarts
when i’m eating your b-tch’s -ss, and smelling the farts
but if someone gonna snitch, they’re gonna get ditched
so listen to this track, and get enriched
i don’t k!ll, it’s not my thing, raise your hand if you feel the same
i think about time for a change, but for now we got to chill
do not stress, so come on aboard the love express
aye (x3)

[verse 2: ronance]
chilling, two b-tches in my arms
plow them later; f-cking in the farm
i’m about to lay down the pipe, someone sound the alarm
this sh-t about to blow, call me motherf-cking islam
c-m in the eye, make that bad b-tch cry
f-cking all week, wondering’ when my b-lls’ll dry
stunning everyone i see; b-tch i’m fly
face first, eat the p-ssy like “chicken fwie rie”
ch-nka chicken ching chang ching chang chao
nice -ss b-tch make them men say, “wow”
f-cked your best friend, got your attention now
just let me dive in, just girl don’t act foul

[verse 3: flot]
aye (x2)
pedal to the medal, sipping’ lean with the devil
four xanez, on the next level
b-tches divin’ for the d-ck, want a single l!ck, me and grape squad too sl!ck
got that glock ready for that one-shot; c-mshot
make b-tches think you’re trill, no you’re not
mikey you’re a man thot {laughing}

[verse 4: ronance]
ah sh-t. now i feel the f-cking hit
all about chew, and i never get lit
always spitting, whether if its dip or fire
then i hide it all with my formal attire
f-ck perry, they don’t know what to do
f-cking act high but can’t even drink a few
two words for y’all, “p-ssy sh-t”
it’s friday night with the squad; chew in and hit the slit
(aye, aye hit that line before you start {sniffle})
alright, alright
eat your girl’s p-ssy call that dine and dash
f-cking so good, the hooker gives me cash
come up in the studio and we’ll hit the stash
girl sit on my face; that big fat -ss
hold up girl, you’re living life too fast
come over to daddy, and the good times’ll last
look at me, because you’re stuck in the past
creampie from your boy in the freshman cl-ss

[outro: mountain drew]
just got some bomb–ss donuts
talking about what sl-ts gonna bone us
we’re grape squad, you can’t f-ck with that
but anyways, you might as well turn back
yeah, yeah, sh-t (we sound sick man, grape squad, suck my d-ck, oh it’s still recording)
grape

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