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grim - guccidoom lyrics

[verse 1:]
grippin her throat while i’m pipin it, ay
doom in the cut and he grindin it, ay
sellin capsules like a pharmicist, ay
but empty the drugs and take all of the funds
finessin these kids like i’m trump with the fuzz, ay
kickin with my guccidoom, ay
shawty wanna trip some shrooms, so you know i had to cop an eighth, yuh
pourin up a cup uh mud, ay
f-ck with the sin or be f-ckin with grim, we k!llin eight men like we billy the kid
trippin adventures like billy and m
k!llin yo b-tch wanna f-ck with the clique
grim the dead boy with the heart of a kid
sprite with the ice moving slow like i’m syd
got yo b-tch in a pretzel when she suck my f-cking d-ck

[verse 2:]
flexed out with my guccidoom
taking yo b-tch and she f-cking the crew
cashed out with my guccidoom
rockin the preme and that gucci too
beating the p-ssy like fruity loops
smoking these ports like i’m on a cruise
watching my porsche from my porch
all my tracks leave ya scorched
blow that gas for the torch
sippin fiji tabs, i’m gone on the floor
all of these dabs, i’m dead on the court
she callin me dad, i cannot be mad, but her boyfriend a b-tch
i cannot afford, to pay for them bills when he’s scribed all them pills
taking the knife and sh-t i might as well k!ll
fight with yo fists, don’t reach for that steel
like a double cheese from mickey d’s, the beef ain’t that real, hoe

- grim lyrics

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