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tipp – grumpy lyrics

{verse 1)
now i’m coming back see a old road where i’m running lapes
never take it back
b+tches all over my money i swear i got ton of stacks
down to a couple bags
last down i’m wondering where would i be, b+tches tell me i’m on fleek
get out the house need to sneak
worrying about what the f+ck i think
not on this sad sh+t no more that was about a year ago
took my sh+t together a letter ago (letter ago)
see my smile i murder these hoes
take a b+tch, rub it, and make it to some dough
ha you mad took yo b+tch like i stole
ratchet b+tch smelling like a bag of mold
i swear y’all n+ggas think y’all too cold
never think about replacing cause i’m never to be sold
i’m never to be sold
me getting sick over y’all, i swear this sh+t is never too old
six lizard a b+tch that’s what i suppose
i swear his ass be doing the most
fix yourself you are a simp, aren’t you tired of that pose?
funny how you talk on the mic but can’t come up to me nose to nose
you be thinking that sh+t but suck on my left toe
i mean you g+y so that don’t really matter ho
can’t control yourself it’s always me exposing you
where can i get my music to?
knowing godd+mn well i ain’t into you
dark place, never seen someone outta shape
i’m not hating if a n+gga is talking sh+t first
can’t be a p+ssy about it and let it go
it’s getting outta hand
wish i was at the beach putting sand all over myself
don’t care if you have a boyfriend but let me treat you like a man
you think it’s funny leaving myself like a pan
i don’t know if it should be that or that
f+ck that let me go back to this
how the f+ck you gonna talk sh+t if your not gonna have one b+tch
not even one stick, build your ass up can’t beat me with all this brick
the f+ck (hills)
{bridge}
not a famous person you will never see me sighing or dying
too much to handle it’s like multiplying (multiplying subtraction)
flip my problems, make them turn into a dime
it’s funny how people reply with in the next minute just to say i ain’t sh+t (uh+huh)
come up to me and see how i say my sh+t (don’t be a p+ssy)
sam and brady are my n+ggas for life (for life)
always messaging me how i’m doing
when i’m next up all these n+ggas are gonna try and sue me
don’t do me if your gonna use me
had a b+tch use me

{verse 2}
i don’t give a f+ck cause i had all of her nuddies
ha besides the point never had a dream where i can k!ll my wife
oh sh+t where is my ice, bhs got a ton of fights
see a fan that’s my favorite type of likes
knowing that my fans are ride or dies
see my friends there like fbi for night
always catching flights
never missing a show, i swear i be on time, there catching all the heists
but hold up, let’s get to the old ass b+tches
wondering where the f+ck i would be
come over and come see
it’s funny how they talk sh+t on me
all my haters bystanders
come inside we can address it
always confront, don’t back down like a b+tch
it’s always gonna be you fist first
god dang you know i don’t miss
never hesitated in my life so you won’t see sh+t
1v1 me kid still got you talking
to me that leaves you in a coffin (coffin)
cause you know me i’m never dying
yessir, f+ck outta here
{chorus}
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga (uh+huh)
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga (uh+huh)
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga (uh+huh)
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga (uh+huh)
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga
grumpy, grumpy, you a grumpy n+gga
rrr, rrr

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