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kung foo grip - blvck hollywood lyrics

[chorus: greg cyph & eff is h]
tell them that the rumors are true
i do what i do
p-ssy on the pavement if you move then i shoot f-cker
yeah i need it now i need it quick
if you headline the show then you lookin’ like a l!ck boy
all i hear is white noise
all i see is black
honestly i’m blind bleaching on the track
it’s in my eye got it blood shot terminator red
i’ll be fine like my mugshot always looking good k!ller
don’t stick around (ride out) grab the bag and dip (ride out)
don’t stick around (ride out) out the venue quick (ride out)
don’t stick around (ride out) grab the bag and dip (ride out)
don’t stick around (ride out) out the venue quick
lil mama she want me at home
lil mama she want me at home
i bust on her face and reload
they busted they gun at the show
lil mama she want me at home
lil mama she want me at home
i bust on her face and reload
they busted they gun at the show

[verse 1: eff is h]
suicide doors you are so confused
blow the top brains out suicide roof
ain’t a thing change ain’t a thing new
ex still calling rumors on my new boo
ex still calling always on my mobile
thinking she charming
knock it off with that sh-t
i don’t get involved
with the media social
night life style come with it’s own taxes

probably why i hardly drink i’m tryna be alert i know financially that burying my body be a burden on my family
i’m trying to tell my friends to play the curb more carefully pay for their casket and more therapy
i have a drink with a chaser of cold kerosene
cause waking up in this mother f-ckers no fairy tale
gasoline up in the mother f-cking chariot
numbers at the show i treat the money like a body count
not no game
i pop propane
i’m rock cocaine
i’m hot chow mien when i’m in china town
suicide doors suicide choices
i’m not all right my suicide voice is starting to come around

[verse 2: greg cyph]
don’t even go outside when the sun is out
put a clip in the drum and let off a hundred rounds
sh-lls hit them n-ggas i hit the f-ckin ground
n-ggas flee the scene and it’s every man for his f-ckin self
many mourn and cry tears when thugs lie
like they really want the beef and then get served that humble pie
you ain’t down to ride ain’t been through what i’ve survived
ain’t been to where i reside
full moon up in the sky
late night caper b-tches lookin’ like they down to do whatever in the moment just to be around some famous n-ggas
charge it to the game admission
we ain’t got no lames in with us
used to roll with n-ggas that could
rob you for your chain expensive
maybe they should give a brother sp-ce like nasa
wanna get away with murder then k!ll a rapper
rather play it safe than go straight back to the trap house
rather play it safe these n-ggas wanna see me blacked out

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