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premo rice & harry fraud - grip lyrics

[intro]
yeah
la musica de harry fraud

[chorus: premo rice]
i’m checkin’ grip (yeah)
and i got this bad new lil’ b+tch i’m trying to pimp (huh)
twenty in my hand, that’s just from the other week (week)
p be talkin’ cash at these skeetchies trying to peep (peep)

[verse 1: premo rice]
numbers on the board, countin’ cheddar, calculate (count)
yeah your sh+t look good, my sh+t better, lookin’ great
yeah i make a juug any weather, any place
yeah i’m in your hood, any ghetto, any state
check out my estate, half a milli’ for the crib
and that ain’t the first, lil’ n+gga watch me live
watch me do it big, drag my nuts on a b+tch
no you cannot f+ck, going tough on a b+tch
i’m cut from the same cloth as don juan and pimp
i’m god in the flesh, i’m going for they neck
i’m dumpin’ likе a tec for my n+ggas represent
i camе for my respect, for my city, i’m a gem
huh, i’m checkin’ grip
huh, i’m checkin’ grip
[verse 2: aye jae]
man this sh+t sound absurd
f+ck what n+ggas heard, us and harry it’s a purge
n+ggas better play they lane, i advise you never merge
this lil’ b+tch think she my main, like sh+t come in his and hers
matchin’ sh+t expensive furs, ratchet b+tches hit the curb
we get b+tches sh+t and hers, kfc just pick a bird
n+ggas p+ssy anyway, catch ’em out and switch they words
it ain’t too much they could gain, cuff up ‘fore i hit your swerve
n+ggas sick, we go state to state just off the hate i’m totin’ bl!ck
n+ggas can’t even relate, we gettin’ paper ’round this b+tch
we be with the movers and the shakers ’round this sh+t
every verse a thousand, they like i was breakin’ down a+
they just pocket watchin’ what we makin’, that’s a grip
n+ggas f+cked up all they options, they ain’t take it, that’s a risk
f+ck your favorite rapper, how i break ’em, that’s a glitch
probably noose a couple n+ggas, have them hanging off a cliff
player and coach, i was plottin’ from the bench
i know what you n+ggas smokin’, i won’t cop it off the stench
n+ggas miss they shot like every time that they attempt
live forever f+cking records in the sky across a blimp

- premo rice harry fraud lyrics

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