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grip – yams interlude lyrics

[chorus: grip]
it was me, myself, and yam, that my cuzzo, yeah, the fam
we see police, we gon’ scram, i ain’t never gave a d-mn
we pull up to that citgo, geekin’ off grams
n-ggas pull kick doors, credit card scams
[?] a b-tch like [?] (yeah, what, yeah)
it was me, myself, and yam, that my cuzzo, yeah, the fam
we see police, we gon’ scram, i ain’t never gave a d-mn
we pull up to that citgo, geekin’ off grams
n-ggas pull kick doors, credit card scams
[?] a b-tch like [?]
i’m poppin’ like crisco, water in the pan

[verse: grip]
speakin’ of the stove top, n-ggas hittin’ road blocks, [?]
[?] leavin’ n-ggas stiff like botox, when the [?]
n-ggas asked out, better zip up your pants
i’m a cash cow, had to switch up the plans
never let a [?], [?]
saw me on stage and she hit me up on the gram, said that she loved me
i know she don’t love me, she just want me all in my feels
we say we just homies, put good p-ssy on me and then have me fallin’ for real
oh, she got a flop, i love how it jiggle whenever she’s walkin’ in them heels
i don’t want n0body else in the p-ssenger seat of my automobile (uh uh)
used to [?] and cruise the block, now i can afford to remove the top
let me in the door and i refuse to stop, [?], n-gga, who the opp?
keep no sticks, brooms and mops, same sh-t y’all use as props
when y’all was in the line for them shoes to drop, we was playin’ ready, set, lose the cops

- grip lyrics

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