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retch - grandma lyrics

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when y’all was moving them nick bags
i was only smoking them gram sacks
b-tch we trapping hard i cut my bath salt with that anthrax
lace my [?] with that xanax
we in this b-tch like a tampax
or some ovaries you notice me
my bucket ‘lo i’m smoking tree
my bucket ‘lo i’m smoking tree
the rest of my fit yes it’s ‘lo indeed
f-ck you mean? acting like you ain’t know
and if i can’t wear shorts a n-gg- don’t wanna go
that’s word to the big homie
shout-outs to my o.g
only f-ck with ’bout twenty cats that i know cause most of these n-gg-s police
so yeah shout-out my parolee’s
n-gg-s behind that g wall
free my n-gg- [?] yeah i swear that n-gg- he ball
yelling free my n-gg- maverick
no love for them crackers
tryna get my n-gg-s out the motherf-cking struggle make me want it so much badder
i be talking to my grandma feeling quite lugubrious
she think i’m wasting time but she the reason that i’m doing this
she turning sixty sunday
she still working from tuesday to monday
n-gg- that’s not funny
i’m tryna get her and mommy a crib
she ain’t even got one of work places where she live
-ssistant living, helping old people
make my soul weaker
f-ck like she ain’t know either

i gotta make it
i’m gonna make it
and if i can’t get it
i’ma f-cking take it
either way we gon’ win grandma
going hard to the end grandma
i said i gotta make it
i said i’m gonna make it
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