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griffin bars - hip hop's mclovin lyrics

officer down
can you hear me yellin’ oink
like a crooked referee
b+tch my bars are selling points
yo all my b+tches bad
n’ they smokin’ felon doinks
raw papers write my raps
n’ these compelling joints
sh+t the heat i got on deck
prolly go and toast the function
while you busy sending tweets
talkin bout post production
when you just want it all
no it don’t stop at buzzin’
hoe i play for keeps
no i don’t drop for nothin’

it was rough growing up
ain’t no place for a kid
now i’m making all this cheese
threw a safe in the fridge
i got b+tches on my line
got the guap in the oven
i be cooking up this dope
hip hop’s mclovin
used to see my judge
more than i’d stop at thе doctor
now my singles in rotation
like the top of a coptеr
i ain’t scared of no k!ller
b+tch they crucified dahmer
big blunts, jet fuel
like a suicide bomber
yeah, i’m livin’ out my dreams
you hit the snooze a lil longer
n’ i prolly f+ck your girl
if the booze a lil stronger
gotta reputation
ima prove n’ ima honor
yo its murder on the bars
leave the room a lil somber

it was rough growing up
ain’t no place for a kid
now i’m making all this cheese
threw a safe in the fridge
i got b+tches on my line
got the guap in the oven
i be cooking up this dope
hip hop’s mclovin
this ain’t stand up
stand up and weight defeated
yo hatin’ is your hobby
cuse one of us succeeded
now that’s over the top
cuse my plate has been completed
b+tch these bars are f+cking gold
even the eight i just deleted
this is my f+ckin’ ticket
this is everything i needed
i was down, i was kicked
but i still proceed
now that’s straight to the bank
you would think i’m pro greed
threw it back in their back
suck a d+ck and go bleed

- griffin bars lyrics

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