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terintino - grim reaper lyrics

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[intro]
yeah b-tch, i’m back terintino gang where yo jocks at n-gg-?
i got my sig on me right now

[hook]
yeah b-tch the grim reaper
smoking on this tooka pack this shit got me tweakin’
if a n-gg- talking crazy imma up fajita
keep walkin’ back and forth lookin’ out for people
i can’t serve you boy you look suspect like them people
if he holdin’ weight then his -ss got faneto
me and tadoe off the molly ride amg hoe
all black forgi’s mounted up you know how we glo

[verse 1]
where the f-ck my money yeah you owe me couple hunchos
hop out 18 n-gg-s at yo motherf-cking front door
i’m all about my cheese i need my motherf-cking nachos
finna fly my mama to cali and put her -ss in a condo
remember posted on the block smokin’ tooka up in bandos
now just to show my face you better up them d-mn hunchos
now i’m poppin’ out flexin’ walkin’ round with bout 3 hoes
she know i don’t trick off she can’t get none of my hunchos
all white audi truck mounted on villanos
she wanna go out to eat i took that b-tch volcanoes
my chain like a freezer and my watch like a glo show
serve yo -ss through the window, you look like the po po (is you them people b-tch?)

[hook]
yeah b-tch the grim reaper
smoking on this tooka pack this shit got me tweakin’
if a n-gg- talking crazy imma up fajita
keep walkin’ back and forth lookin’ out for people
i can’t serve you boy you look suspect like them people
if he holdin’ weight then his -ss got faneto
me and tadoe off the molly ride amg hoe
all black forgi’s mounted up you know how we glo

[verse 2]
b-tch my pockets on sumo
b-tch i’m flexing hulk hogan riding in that 2-door
and i’m riding in that you know
but i don’t know the name i just know it got 2 doors
yeah b-tch im kobe 24
i be overflexing b-tch look i be too glowed
i ain’t lackin’ i got 2 poles
if you run up on me you gon’ feel all typa hollows
on the e-way b-tch i’m flexing in that jumbo
i’m with my k!llers we gon leave you in the jungle
and if you over tax the gang we gon rob you
thinkin’ that this shit a game we gon clap you
(thinkin’ that it’s sweet b-tch)

[hook]
yeah b-tch the grim reaper
smoking on this tooka pack this shit got me tweakin’
if a n-gg- talking crazy imma up fajita
keep walkin’ back and forth lookin’ out for people
i can’t serve you boy you look suspect like them people
if he holdin’ weight then his -ss got faneto
me and tadoe off the molly ride amg hoe
all black forgi’s mounted up you know how we glo



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