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grindhard e & tony rose - let me see lyrics

[intro: tony rose]
alright
let me see
hold on, let me, let me just, let me send one text
let me just, and then you’ll know, you’ll know, let me see
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: tony rose]
you said you want some, okay, let me see
yeah, that sh+t around, but i can’t take less than three
my b+tch kicked me out, but i kept the key
my n+gga locked up, i can’t wait ’til they set him free

[verse 2: grindhard e]
n+gga thought sh+t was sweet, took his heat, told him let me see
bought an eighth for seventy+five, somehow he thought he got seven g’s
i d+mn near cough every time i inhale my weed
lot of my prescriptions came from this old lady that was seventy

[verse 3: tony rose]
n+gga, this the a+team
my fiend just left rehab and he ain’t gon’ stay clean
n+gga said i was broke, he must’ve had a daydream
flash on my glock, it’ll make a n+gga say cheese

[verse 4: grindhard e]
the glock probably got a couple bodies on it, but the drac’ clean
the dope probably stomped on, but the drank clean
tryna contemplate to buy a rollie or an ap
smokin’ east pop from dave east, got it from ht
[verse 5: tony rose]
it’s more red in my cup than lil yachty hair
i can’t come where you at, i caught a body there
push a n+gga sh+t back like a rocking chair
when i see that n+gga body drop, i’m outta there

[verse 6: grindhard e]
the way the last n+gga got did, it— alright
the way the last n+gga got did, it probably wasn’t even fair
if the last b+tch i was with died, i probably wouldn’t care
my n+gga caught a body, kept his ‘fit, but he shaved his hair

[verse 7: tony rose]
my n+gga said he ain’t got enough, so we finna take it
i got a white b+tch, but her ass jamaican
you got a lil’ money but do a lot of hatin’
my fiend said he want some— and so i gotta make it

[verse 8: grindhard e]
both phones ringin’, one the plug, one a sale, which one you think i’m takin’?
two sales on deck, one a hundred, one a thousand, which one you think i’m makin’?
got a micro and a pocket bully, which one you think i made?
two chargers, one a scat, one a ‘cat, which one you think we racin’?

[verse 9: tony rose]
my b+tch hair natural, she don’t wear bundles
i got my glock on me, i ain’t finna rumble
i can get a pint for three, i’m finna call my uncle
n+gga turned into a beast and walked out the jungle
[verse 10: grindhard e]
anything i put my hands on, i’ma at least make double
i just got all the weight off, somehow i gained muscle
pulled a hundred racks out the stash, got they face puzzled
how you best friends with the plug and you ain’t bumble?

[verse 11: tony rose]
d+mn, i need to go to bed
i been up all night tryna find a four of red
my plug phone goin’ straight to voicemail, i know it’s dead
my fiend just tried to run off, so i broke his legs

[verse 12: grindhard e]
this b+tch said she on her period, well i’m glad i just want some head
this n+gga ain’t thinkin’ with his mind, he must don’t want his head
all these n+ggas do is cap like what’s on they head
this b+tch+ass n+gga pulled up, tried to tax me, told him, “go ahead”

[verse 13: tony rose]
told my b+tch, “chop, chop”
make sure you watch the stove, don’t break the pot
all you gotta do is mix it up, it don’t take a lot
like the game finna end, i’m tryna make a shot

- grindhard e tony rose lyrics

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