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grip - applause lyrics

[verse 1: grip]
bang!
got a surprise for n-ggas peaking in windows
but i’m more for playing super nintendo reeking of endo
fell asleep on me kinfolk?
hm, nympho
how i f-ck them up with the intro?
my pen go
crazy on tu ahyes instrumentals
my friends know
i’m down to do dirt whenever my ends low
in limbo
like why the long face, jay leno?
i’m in your hall like -rs-nio
i hold ar’s to a&r’s like here’s my demo
what? you ain’t get the memo?
randomly throwing tantrums on anthems and holding stanzas for ransom
pay me attention
you could probably see more clear if you gave me a listen
no matter how hazy your vision
it’s soul food they made in the kitchen
these here flows is the proof
i just been cooking up like it’s a stove in the booth
all i ever did was told you the truth
why the liars getting sold to the youth?
n-gga, it don’t take alex haley to show you the roots
i’m on a quest love
collecting triple digits check stubs got me spitting it like the best stuff
i mean who else is bored with the game
join the chess club
n-ggas sounds full of flaws, f-ck n-ggas drowning in sauce
that mean you bound for a loss and i’m always down for the cause
straight out of power my dogs
imma need a round of applause
hol up

[verse 2: michael aristotle]
n-ggas must’ve forgot me
i hear by ya’ comments
i’m not scared of ya’ comments
should be scared by your garments
n-ggas in dresses you ain’t impressive
just watch who you addressing when you dress up statements
or its crutches right under yo’ armpits
throwing stones and hide ya’ hand
you just might end up arm-less
you think n-ggas really fly don’t be fooled by the harness
king of telling b-tches no i should play for the h-rnets
status enormous, corrupted like a torrent
as far as albums go i’m two for two, n-ggas should forfeit
only move hard sh-t, feel the wrath of the forklift
mikey get brain like, walking dead corpses
no long talk, i keep it brief like capsule corps is
them rings and things you sing about
got no time for extra b-tches or “tings” i kick em’ out
might go dojo on yo hoe on the mattress and flip her out
she pulling the zipper down, she letting the kitten out
i shovel i dig her out, she physically gifted wow
spots on her face like she cocaine loraine
like my b-tches yellow on some notre dame
ident-ty crisis, know the beard if you don’t know the name
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