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trxveler – test that grip! lyrics

[intro: grioten]
hm+hm+hmm+hmm
hm+hm+hmm
he+he+he+he+he
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough

[chorus: grioten]
let me test that grip, b+tch, speed the f+ck up
i be sippin’ on bacardi, while i’m drivin’ through the mud
don’t leave your nest, i’ma stomp you like a bug
took a sip of this fine wine, lookin’ up above
got two best friends and they f+ckin’ sh+t up, yuh
gettin’ to the bag, b+tch, i ain’t livin’ rough
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough

[verse 1: grioten]
yuh, yuh, yuh
don’t give a f+ck about you b+tch, ’cause i’m gonna be the best yuh
ak+47, right up on your head
don’t cry lil’ b+tch, let me tuck yo ass to bed
night+night b+tch, only thing you see is f+ckin’ death
got too much money, don’t leavе no tips
if you f+ckin’ with my feelings, i’ma leave you off the rip
m+th+f+cka spin back, wanna see your ass lit
[interlude]
hm+hm+hmm+hmm
hе+he+he+he+he

[verse 2: grioten]
i just wanna hit my dance, b+tch, i put you in a trance
move your hips switch up, like a tran
you a 10 out of 10, so i gotta lock in
peep this sh+t, boutta be yo man
got too many thots, can’t choose none of them
pick me b+tch, boutta drop her pen
we can s+xt all night, if you a freak fan
m+th+f+cka wanna talk, can’t make no bands
yeah, i know i got this cold heart, b+tch i don’t give a f+ck
i’ma do that b+tch, then leave her to rot
hit a pump to the max, ’cause i can’t get enough
i wanna flex to the homies, ’cause they know what’s up
only thing i’m f+ckin’ lookin’ at is your tits
put your hands in the air, i’ma steal your b+tch, yuh
i don’t really care, don’t throw no fits
drop down from the air, with a dripped up kit, yuh

[bridge]
yuh, shoot a m+th+f+cka in the face, don’t give a f+ck
we can make a movie in our room, no cinema (he+he+he+he+he)
keep that glock in my pants, b+tch i keep it tucked
let’s go out, no plans, b+tch i’m off the rocks
[chorus]
let me test that grip, b+tch, speed the f+ck up
i be sippin’ on bacardi, while i’m drivin’ through the mud
don’t leave your nest, i’ma stomp you like a bug
took a sip of this fine wine, lookin’ up above
got two best friends and they f+ckin’ sh+t up, yuh
gettin’ to the bag, b+tch, i ain’t livin’ rough
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough

[chorus]
let me test that grip, b+tch, speed the f+ck up
i be sippin’ on bacardi, while i’m drivin’ through the mud
don’t leave your nest, i’ma stomp you like a bug
took a sip of this fine wine, lookin’ up above
got two best friends and they f+ckin’ sh+t up, yuh
gettin’ to the bag, b+tch, i ain’t livin’ rough
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough
what, you tryna be me? oh b+tch, that’s tough

- trxveler lyrics

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