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grewsum – like this lyrics

[verse 1: grewsum]
they don’t make ’em like this no more
people don’t make dope sh+t no more
i mean a handful do but really most don’t
most get by with really no flow
i ain’t stressing it, i’m aggressive
let’s address who you messing with
you should question if you should really be here testing a k!ller blessed with ill intentions
a method you wouldn’t expect, death+death
bust in, left the door wide open
them infect guys casually stroll in
got codeinе, a guitar with a broke string
no bling and a car with a hole in it
grimy, got a whole linе+up behind me
slimy, shiesty, vodka and iced tea
pricey, if you wanna try, that’s beside me
right me, strike ’em in the jaw like lightning
all these bad b+tches wanna meet me
but i’m too busy working on a freebie
weekly, found a way to hook up discretely
three+peat, two days, three hoes, skeet+skeet
[chorus: grewsum]
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
this b+tch

[verse 2: dubbs]
when the last time you heard a motherf+cker get behind the mic and spit it like this?
it’s probably been a minute or two so me and grew finna give it to you, my whole list is
me, grew, locced up, maxxx wicked and the dude who got a neck like a d+ck, sh+t
green filling sinks and their mum ride zero and that boy dirty k!lling this sh+t b+tch
last of a dying breed
every track that i smash, man, i sound like the cat that you try to be
mu’f+ckers brought the bat but you minor league
big+headed sounding like a lil xan prodigy
man, that sh+t ain’t gonna fly with me
hit ’em with the boom bada bing, gotta be what i gotta be
a legend and you can bet that i’ve been infected
i’m better than all the records you pressing, ain’t got a lot of me
hoes take a deep look in these soft blues
now my d+ck covered in spit, and yeah, the b+lls too
your girl done left you alone, that ain’t my fault dude
but go ‘head and blame it on me when she doesn’t call you
she got me throat+stabbing
that new mattress? yeah, we went ahead and broke that in (wooh)
and if she down she could get it
some were fairly uncomfortable like the back of a volkswagen (wooh)
got your folks laughing
ain’t n0body doing it half as good as we do it, quote that sh+t (wooh)
write it down, i don’t give a f+ck
they handed me and grew the modem, we f+cking broke that sh+t (wooh)
yeah i’m dope, on a roll
k!lling sh+t, got flow
i ain’t really need to say that sh+t again
but the next time you in the whip plugging in the aux cord
before you hit the b+tton tryna play this for your friends tell ’em
[chorus: grewsum]
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
this b+tch

[verse 3: madd maxxx]
(put your hands up motherf+cker)
highly good up in the mix like vanilla extract
triple x that, they ain’t learn
hard up on the mic ’cause i wreck tracks
what would you expect of a motherf+cker that was part of bringing mission:infect back? (haha!)
we the alligators in the sewer, y’all are pet rats
if you ever venture in the depths then you ain’t never gonna get back
body isn’t gonna be discovered ’til your skin is so rotten that it’s jet black (ugh)
where your best at? leave a red splat
where his vest at? real raw like i’m craig mack
you don’t really wanna step, bro you better step back
get your head cracked, now you’re leaking through a head+wrap (blaow!)
spitting wicked raps up there where some of the best at
but motherf+ckers seem to forget that (what?)
so every once in a while we gotta remind ’em and hit ’em with a little get back
grew, dubbs, and maxxx here to protect rap (yup!)
you can suckle on a couple of plums if you aren’t gonna respect that (ha!)
thinking you’re on my level? you’re a kennedy jack
yeah, back and to the left where your head’s at
[chorus: grewsum]
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
i keep telling ’em
they don’t make ’em like this no more, like this no more (oh no)
they don’t make ’em like this, don’t make ’em like this b+tch
this b+tch

- grewsum lyrics

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