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gryps - piano teeth lyrics

[verse 1:]
been drinking three days in a row
i’m keepsaking all the stones that i’ve thrown
i don’t got no spot for a home
laid up on a cot in the road
got caught with a pole, couple years been on parole
maladjustment had forced me to grow up quick
discipline rustic
been pr+ne to malfunction
whole life i’ve been rushed quick
i been talking to my shoulder
brodie told me i might not be able to dust this
be able to brush this
fib out your mouth
we taping it up quick
b+tch fame is nothing
i want money
power is wealth, man
i’ll buy your house to knock it down
fire on the ground ’till melted
zinc diamonds shining like primus in his prime belting about friends of his
two ton rollies, a heavy wrist
i fold a f+cker flat on petty sh+t
done tryna talk about heady sh+t
leave a beat with a meddy kit
many men amending they mental by handles of heavy gin
fetti falling from very far
reach your arms in and grab a bit
the grabba stiff
smoking doja with a half a cig
a mastiff sniff the way gettagryp sn+tch a script
wishing you was half as sick
a rotten apple from a fallen orchard
rejected by all resources
poised by poison
try and hoist your way off the porch
hop off that b+tch, hop off the corner
walk your way way down the block
you get popped
don’t talk like a tourist
on the floor, get mopped that’s for sure
just don’t get caught without h++rds of hollows & 40’s if you tryna see the morning
[verse 2:]
eating beats, i got piano t++th
smoking on the mantel wreath
make a f+cker dance with this 50 clip, let his sandals breathe
door slide off the van
this sh+t a mystery
meddle with guns, let the metal ring
fennel cream whip
whipping the niko off the tesla bean
you mess with me?
that’s like messing with a methless fein
i grab this pipe
f+cker think we gon’ fight
he think he left his spleen
i do what i can to rest in p+ss the ones that want my neck to slit
they call me dexter
wrap the walls to catch the blood that fall
it’s best to let it drip
i let this saw cut off artery walls
it maul and hock and spit
i walk inside of court with a quart of mickey’s
quickly wipe my mouth
think the judge looking at me funny
f+ck it, we can fight it out

[outro:]
f+ck you
f+ck rap
f+ck hip+hop
f+ck lyrics
f+ck technicality
f+ck artistry
i only care bout money, drugs, and wh0res
i’ll k!ll you than k!ll myself
i hope my peace brings you anguish
b+tch

- gryps lyrics

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