$AVEDBYPARI$ - Tha Grinch

Scorpio
Pop up out at the party and we lit
Ice on my chain, on my wrist, and on my bitch
I don't fuck with none you niggas I feel like the Grinch
Hoppin out the whip, if you run up you get hit
You get stuck
Ski mask on my face, I'm with the gang
You get slumped
Feel like Shawn Michaels in his prime
Don't take no bumps
I don't take no loss
She wanna suck this dick
I told that hoe to floss
I mix the lean in the kool-aid
Shot to his body make him jump like MJ
Aim at his neck should've listened to Wu-Tang
Swallow my baby lil shordie when the due date
I was taking my time, sorry for the wait
Working on 2 EPs and 2 mixtapes
I be peeping these niggas all they do is hate
Someone grab the switchblade, my bitch love to do cocaine
Un, solo dolo on my own shit
Was losing focus, was feeling hopeless
Now I'm feeling chosen
Feeling golden
On my own path, on my own choices
On the high road, no longer feeling pointless
On the high road, catch a contact
Watch my own back, better fall back
Voices in my head, I always talk back

Pop up out at the party and we lit (We lit)
Ice on my chain, on my wrist, and on my bitch (Skrr)
I don't fuck with none you niggas I feel like the Grinch (Gang)
Hoppin out the whip, if you run up you get hit (Wet)
Pop up out at the party and we lit (We lit)
Ice on my chain, on my wrist, and on my bitch (Skrr)
I don't fuck with none you niggas I feel like the Grinch (Gang)
Hoppin out the whip, if you run up you get hit

Pussy nigga
You ain't no hitta
Smoke that nigga and his homie
If Silus say get em, un
I'm on my twitter, un
And she in my mentions
Forgot to mention
Ion really listen
I got dementia
What did you say?
Think you were venting
Come again
Got a bad bitch, make her cum again
Back breaker, snap her like a twig
Like a twix
Hard to stand out in the rap game when all these niggas twins
All these niggas on the same shit
Same flow, Same bitch
Same whip, same sound
Same drip, same shit
Lame shit, Based bitch
Gang shit

Pop up out at the party and we lit (We lit)
Ice on my chain, on my wrist, and on my bitch (Skrr)
I don't fuck with none you niggas I feel like the Grinch (Gang)
Hoppin out the whip, if you run up you get hit (Ayeee)

Written by:
Ta'Lin Dugan

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