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lucky meech - grindtime lyrics

[verse]

grindtime

f-ck n-gga tryna waste my time
say my name one more time
i’ll have you on the news at prime time
it’s wintertime my hands heat
this mayweather put you to sleep
on god n-gga i f-ckin preach
there’s no way you’ll smell defeat
you f-ckin weak
haymaker like george foreman
grill missing a couple t–th
shoulda second guessed for you f-cked with me
now you laying limp talkin to the trees
like charlie sheen i’m winning n-gga
mike tyson i’m grinning n-gga
you came around for that round one
now you on the ground off a one punch
yo hope solo what’s the goal n-gga
like nah really what’s the goal n-gga
i don’t know do you know n-gga?
i don’t know do you know n-gga?!
i don’t slump n-ggas i slope n-ggas
drop dead and you roll n-gga
these fire hands no joke n-gga
extinguishing all you f-ck n-ggas
run mouth i won’t f-ck witcha
tweet sh-t i won’t f-ck witcha
press me in real life n-gga
i’ll have your mom talkin life with ya

[skit]

i ain’t never been about this life
yo sh-t talking made me think twice
one swift fist to your wind pipe
had you begging god for your f-ckin life
your legs failing like chris paul
you can’t stand go ahead fall
you stumbling tryna find a wall
hit so hard you wet your drawers
yo old b-tch is mad now
old b-tch cuz she mine now
you thought you had her locked down
she switched up like king james
ubisoft she don’t f-ck with games
my hands love taking names
another lame to my repertoire
just another night ain’t nothin change
your way home you drake and drive
sitting and wondering why
i dropped you with one hit
then left the spot with your b-tch

nothing was the same

- lucky meech lyrics

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