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sickboyrari - durty grit$zz fr33$tyle lyrics

[intro]
weed (uh)

[chorus]
riding with yo b+tch, catch me in the kitchen, n+gga, cooking dirty grits (gra+pah, yeeh)
riding with yo b+tch, catch me in the kitchen, cooking dirty grits (gucci hucci suck me, n+gga)
riding with yo b+tch, catch me in the kitchen, cooking dirty grits

[verse]
dirty ass grits, n+gga, eat that sh+t
riding with my b+tch off the internet
met her off a [?], people [?] cops (sup, b+tch)
f+ck her in the ass then i take her shiping
f+ck cashin’ out, i be st++zed out
lookin’ like a hoe in the twerkhouse
mo’f+ckin’ twerkhouse phone [?] (beep)
chillin’ on the corner like a f+ckin’ hooker
making f+ckin’ dollars, make that ass holla
young black kray splurge [?]
sike, n+gga, catch me on that skateboard
yellow ass b+tch, make [?]
i be in the room, chillin’ with my castle
smokin’ on that magic and i’m [?]
i might go to f+ckin’ mars
i might pull up with a mo’f+ckin’ hoe in [?] stolen parks (woo)
but i hit no l!cks though (woo)
still got my f+ckin’ d+ck on her lips though (woo, woo)
n+gga from the east coast
trap art city [?], what the f+ck you know? (b+tch, i’m popular)
[?] up
b+tch see my face, said “black kray, hol’ up”
chillin’ with the utmost
that’s the mo’f+ckin’ crew, chillin’ with yo f+ckin’ [?]
chillin’ with the [?]
ass [?] in the f+ckin’ booth
hoe
uhm

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