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grim corleone - fucked up lyrics

[intro: grim corleone]
ect
1800 blvd sh+t
its like man, i gotta smoke a blunt in the morning just so a n+gga don’t muf+ckin break a n+gga neck

[chorus: grim corleone]
yo ass got me f+cked up
the lean got me f+cked up
the gas got me f+cked up
i smoked too much i need two blunts
yo ass got me f+cked up
the lean got me f+cked up
the gas got me f+cked up
i smoked too much i need two blunts

[verse 1: grim corleone]
early in the morning water whipping the chicken
got a bad chick with me and she basting the chicken
if you talking cash huh i’ma take your pay
so she wanna f+ck me but i ain’t with the fake hoe yeah
got a couple n+ggas with that savage sh+t
we gonna slide through with like a hunnid clips
hunnid clips bussin’ right at your f+cking sh+t

[interlude: grim corleone]
wait hold up yo y’all high as f+ck? bro, i’m f+cked up
i don’t know if i can do this
you know what? f+ck it

[verse 2: grim corleone]
if we f+ck you better keep that sh+t discreet
i f+ck her four times then i hit the sheets
i wake up in the morning then i hit the street
gotta work my ass off ’till i feel complete
you can’t match my grind n+gga aye aye aye
you can’t put in time n+gga aye aye aye
i’m k!lling every rhyme n+gga aye aye aye
b+tches think i’m fine n+gga, grim

[verse 3: youngmop$tick]
man i’m feeling f+cked up
my cup fill up at the party in the cut
got a text from a sl+t
b+tch you got me f+cked up
screaming “f+ck b+tches” ’till i die
gas got me superfly
gas got me zooted
liquor got me cruisin’ in the p+ssy i be rooted
don’t get caught up acting stupid
pull up in the new whip
new b+tch give tongue like she toothless
you doofus ya lame
swear that neck give me brain b+tch
lane switch main b+tch bad side girl badder
in the kitchen whippin’ up batter
if her ass got fatter she gonna feel it in her bladder
get my nut i’m ghost they call me casper
money coming faster but my drink got me slowed up
gun touch star+struck want my number you gotta ask
gotta blast gotta run that checkup can’t be last
smoking gas smoking tree light the spliff pass to v

[verse 4: king v]
two blunts that sh+t for the pain
two cups that sh+t for the gang
two b+tches that sh+t for my d+ck
put my kid in that sh+t for my brain
smoking on fuego canibus sticks got a n+gga insane
i think you’re losing your dame
she like me swag i let her f+ck on my strain
your b+tch my number one fan
she giving dome in the back of the van
i went to sleep counting money like sheep
wake up at night then i share with my peeps
who gonna f+ck with me? smoking that sticky tree
your b+tch roll blunts for me
i meditate medically
when it come to that skunk i never smoke junk
put that pepé le pew with the acceleron
step on that as i ash all i do is smoke gas
f+ck on your thot and i smack on her ass
only wife queens with class
focused on getting this cash
focused on getting this cream like i’m rza, my brother
i’m back on my dean
that dubi chicken and some rap money
as+salamu alayk+m to all of my team

- grim corleone lyrics

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