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grindhard e - fun fact lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
you say go ‘head, don’t stop?
alright, you ain’t gotta tell me twice

[verse]
i’m in all black like the president
auntie got hit by a car and bought dope with her settlement
b+tch said she don’t give her pu— ah
b+tch said she don’t give her p+ssy up for free, i told that b+tch sell it, then
but i ain’t, buy i ain’t buyin’ sh+t
do that p+ssy get wet automatically or do i gotta spit?
drove to my white boy far as h+ll somewhere in the sticks
syrup game, we keep a lot of lean, but we ain’t sellin’ it
told bro i think i overpoured the drank, let me rеmeasure it
talk to the plug in— alright
talk to thе plug in number and letters
all you see is “9,” “e,” and “b” in our messages
my n+gga told me don’t talk to this one fiend no more and i ain’t question him
i be on my sisters’ ass ’cause i want the best for them
have my fiends in a headlock, but we wasn’t wrestlin’
you smoke cbd, i— ah
you smoke cbd, i smoke exotic weed ’cause it’s my medicine
i just got an eight of cough syrup from the doc’, this is my medicine
i should drink it like i’m ‘posed to and measure it
but i’m a dopehead, but i’ma pour half of the pop
pour half of the pop out, pour half of the drank in
drink it all fast and be ready to pour the next again
i just texted my ex+b+tch and told her that i want her s+x again
met my new b+tch, she the s+xiest
’bout to f+ck her with this one b+tch, but she got jealious
f+ck, i meant to say jealous
these some christian louboutins, these ain’t no maison margielas
b+tch, i grind hard, i ain’t never half+steppin’
had an eight, i drunk one to the head, i got seven
six n+ggas got popped, i wonder which ones went to heaven
poured a six in a pop, i only got an ounce left, i might as well pour the seven, then
i ain’t goin’ in the building if i can’t get my weapon in
thinkin’ ’bout going to ky, i ain’t never been to lexington
thinkin’ ’bout ky, how he died, it still ain’t settled in
my white boy just got outta jail for embezzlement
he said it’s only a white+collar crime
that you would get more time tryna sell a brick
man, that ain’t straight drop, i can tell it’s hit
i just met a lil’ b+tch that she said she celibate
n+ggas tryna rap like us, but they ain’t relevant
grindin’ hard, i’m up all night like david letterman
fun fact, if he told once, he’ll tell again
(fun fact? actually, really, really sad fact)

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