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jw grape - tgls cypher lyrics

[verse 1, jw grape]

got a grip on my gun so what is the issue?
shoot at his f+cking brain and sell his tissues
your big f+cking tits made me wanna get with you
but you swallow nut so i will never kiss you
pglsk, we smoking on them blood
ray my favorite opp, we smoke him a ton
tgl the wave, the crips ready to gun
but if he claim he bronx gzzly he better run
they k!lling children so we k!ll they adults
pull put my glock like i bet you he won’t

[verse 2, kidney stone]

bnuk, mother f+ck that alliance
no edk & bnu cause bnu is crying
we gttm, we always on that f+cking violence
cops pull up, if you know better then get to lying
i know your mom doesn’t want you dying
ask me how many of the opps i done shot
mix ray and lisa in the pot
but ydot my fav, he strictly in the runtz
not gonna lie baby, you pretty hot
but i swear to god, you suck way too much c+ck
[verse 3, tako balla]

mb, mb on the track
siah was running track
tsbk you know that’s a fact
want me to perform? send a stack
i need to put on for my makk’s
rob that n+gga for his racks
but if he holding, do not hold back
send that n+gga straight to the shack
tell his momma he wasn’t ready to attack

[verse 4, dew blk]

yxn, tgl, know that’s the gang
they know what i did for the name
pour me a shooter, i smoke ray
he caught a hot one to his face
man, just wanna say rip ydot
imma cry while his brain rots
smoke him in this blunt cause he an opp
jersey stand up, it’s time to plot

- jw grape lyrics

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