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grudges - deadass lyrics

[intro: grudges & anxxiety]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
the whiskey wrote this one
yeah

[verse 1: anxxiety]
call me capone
on the come up, where the f-ck is my throne?
sendin’ you out like i’m karl malone
i deliver the post to your b-tch with patron
p-ssin’ you, laughin’, ’cause this is my home
you are not laughing, ’cause you’re in my zone
you’re all alone, you’re all alone
now why you alone?
oh yeah
lay my game on a bender
like her booty is fat, but her waist lookin’ slender
like when i am done i will probably lend her
move on to the next cuz she look like a jenner
i’m high and you’re low and your b-tch is a tenor
you need w’s, you can call me a vendor
best you sit down, call your public defender
cause i’m runnin’ my mouth and -ssuming your gender
everyone knows that you’re set to beginner
you sure you more hungry, cuz i’m lookin thinner?
it’s not a question, you’re not cooking dinner
still you run around actin’ like you’re a winner
i played the nice guy but you made me a sinner
got me swipin’ left, i’ll call you tinder
call this game your b-tch, say what?
funny, ’cause i’m all up in her
every little thing is tryna beat me today
everybody looking past the feats that we made
every f-ckin time, it’s like i see ya -ss rewind
so i try to realign the f-ckin’ moves that we made
anxxiety is movin’, brand new at the gate
anxxiety is movin’, like he’s chasin’ the hate
anxxiety is movin’, i’m just playing the game
i don’t have much to say, get f-ck out my way
oh, god

[chorus: anxxiety & female vocal]
yeah you dead-ss made me flip, i don’t wanna talk about it
you dead-ss talkin’ sh-t and i wonder who allowed it
you a d-ck ridin’ b-tch for the clout, you can’t hide it
get off my d-ck, yeah

[verse 2: grudges]
mother f-cker, mother f-cker, let’s play red rover
mother f-cker, mother f-cker, send your b-tch right over
she hopped up on the train, so move the f-ck over
might sound insane, but i want some closure
might sound real lame but i’m done with you posers
might be in the 7th inning stretch but i’ll bring in the closer
you in the fast lane but you’re goin 55
sayin’ you the f-ckin’ realest but you ba-re-ly alive
sayin’ you the f-ckin’ sh-t but your career takin’ a dive
winner, winner, chicken dinner, nah you turkey, you a jive
it’s like i got all of these issues but i didn’t tweet about it
like i’m really f-ckin’ hungry so i’m finna eat about it
like you got some beef with me but you don’t wanna meat about it
throw that cash up in my bag ’cause i ain’t gonna leave without it
throw your alb-m in the trash ’cause everyone could live without it
pull your head up out your -ss, ’cause you stink, no doubt about it
b-tch, you clouded

[chorus: anxxiety, grudges & female vocal]
yeah you dead-ss made me flip, i don’t wanna talk about it
you dead-ss talkin’ sh-t and i wonder who allowed it
you a d-ck ridin’ b-tch for the clout, you can’t hide it (yeah)
get off my d-ck, yeah
yeah you dead-ss made me flip, i don’t wanna talk about it
you dead-ss talkin’ sh-t and i wonder who allowed it
you a d-ck ridin’ b-tch for the clout, you can’t hide it
get off my d-ck, yeah
d-ck ridin’ b-tch, ho

[outro: anxxiety]
yeah
if you think this f-cking song’s about you, it probably isn’t
so f-ck with this
anxxiety, grudges
we on some new sh-t
ha, ha
and we ain’t done yet

- grudges lyrics

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