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grimy & eb - who dat bitch? lyrics

[intro]

[hook: grimy]
who dat b-tch?
who dat b-tch?
cause alls i see is p-ssies, i’m like, who dat b-tch?
it’s the boss mason fam, counting stacks like a jew
asking “who dat b-tch?” i say dat b-tch looks like you!
if you ain’t with the crew you best be turning around
i put the gun to your dome and leave your brains on the ground
it’s the boss mason fam so b-tch, shut your trap
stand back, and let the bosses blow money fast

[verse 1: grimy]
hey, yo, it’s grubb and you know that i be preaching to the m-sses
yeah, i see you got that blunt, well motherf-cker, best p-ss it
i be the f-cking best i got that swag to the maximum
and ya’ll brothers be soft, yeah, they call you the flaccid
i’m back in the game and yeah i’m back with a vengeance
leaving p-ssies shaking in the corner, they be cringing
i ain’t got bad intentions but man, this sh-t ain’t repentance
cause i’mma turn saints to sinners before i finish this sentence
my flow’s impenetrable like a vest made of kevlar
yeah, my rhymes crystal clear like a bag full of meth shards
blow a thou on a pound, i flip it for two
i’m looking down that f-cking scope, that red dot’s resting on you
rhymes so f-cking hard they gonna leave an impression
i got this flow running through my blood, you call it injection
yeah, and send your b-tch here for her p-ssy inspection
cause my -ss has returned, yeah i’m back -resurrection

[hook]

[verse 2: eb]
let me start by putting one in the air
i’m talking blunts, b-tch, i’ll smoke anywhere
no regards for slow r-t-rds
give ’em the old “one, two”, son, they’ll see stars
don’t give a f-ck, that’s what shady said
dude asked for xannies, sold him eighty pez
katie’s lez? i meant claire wehby
p-ssy in her mouth, “ashley, feed me!”
no filter, my words are off kilter
date rape drug, i pilled her, then k!lled her
my words will bewilder and send your head spinning
c0ke, not pepsi, i’m charlie sheen winning
i’m standing here grinning, cheesing cheek to cheek
standing on piles of snow, skiing peak and peak
break into your house, doors and broken windows
i’ll blow your crib up, (ha-ha) c0ke and mentos
bonafide g, i’ve been in the game long
my chronic’s straight fire -flame on

- grimy eb lyrics

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