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napalm, rayre, pakman - grapevine lyrics

[verse 1: rayre]
uh
yuh
my sprite too dirty
this sh+t hit different but i still might need to pop a 30
nah i can’t do that sh+t, i know that it’ll end my journey
my goal is clear, this drink just tryna make the vision blurry
don’t think it’s sweet, you know the shooters be shootin like curry
ain’t even mean to steal her from you, she’s just way too flirty
she tryna link up with the kid, heard it from a lil birdie
uh
uh
yeah i heard that sh+t through the grapevine
steppin over these b+tches like a.i
hit the blunt and record at the same time
she text you goodnight, then we facеtime
told shorty pull up don’t wanna waste time
ay
ay
yеah she keep on textin me
matter fact, nevermind, she right next to me
fly a b+tch out from motherf+ckin tennessee
she really need to lay off the hennessy
i like this girl, but she gets the best of me
wonder why all these lame+os keep testin me
anybody want smoke, they can rest in peace
[verse 2: pakman]
hop on this track
i do not slack
under the pressure, yeah, i do not crack
me and my boys, we on the attack
we takin his money we makin it stack
she takin my picture, on her kodak
snap
kyrie
ball up on a b+tch like kyrie
gilbert arenas, shoot a b+tch named javari
pull up to the crib, and i’m f+ckin on your auntie
i be doin it for real
ain’t got time for all this nonsense
take this concept and put it in your conscience
dudes be out here taunting, but then be at our concerts
these days ain’t no tellin all the real from the fake
just gotta keep your vision strong, keep that sh+t straight
the people that matter ain’t gon let your talent waste
gotta keep grinding can’t be a disgrace
just wait to see the real me
this sh+t was just a taste

[verse 3: napalm]
ay
huh
yeah
ay
yeah
ay
ay
ay
slide on your block in a helicopter
don’t f+ck wit us we got h+lla choppas
yeah we’ll pop ya
yeah we’ll mop ya
tap this wood, then my brain go to sleep
smack that boy up, then we takin his cheese
smashin that hoe, yeah she fly overseas
just for some d, like can you believe
soon as she land, she drop to her knees
smack that boy up, then we takin his cheddar
i just be stylin in my givenchy sweater
these hoes be gettin wetter and wetter
yo sh+t’s trash, my bars are just better
my phone be blowin up, so if you wanna talk
better send me a letter!
ooh

- napalm rayre pakman lyrics

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