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Grimy Waifu

 

Hahaha, yeah, yeah, goddamn, goddamn

Do I let that nigga live?

(Woah)

That nigga died on them

Sure

 

Uh, these bullets coming at you

Take these bullets for me, that’s my grimy waifu (Hot)

They keep on dumping the tool

Take these bullets from me, that’s my, ooh (Woah, huh)

These bullets coming at you

Take these bullets for me, that’s my grimy waifu (Huh, hah)

They steady dumping the tool

Take these bullets for me, that’s my (Ooh, ooh, ooh, man, you know what I’m sayin’)

 

I ain’t got no Birk’ bags (Ugh)

Fuckin’ with me, you gon’ get the price or tap

Music biz don’t give no pat on the back, ugh

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up (Ooh)

Pack it up, pack it up, woah, hold on, man

Grown, live at the Days Inn

My appetite made me nauseous (Huh)

They thinkin’ Tinder with the topic (Cautious, uh)

I take the wins out with the losses

You see me grippin’ with the gossip

Now I’m eating dinner with the bosses

I hit the vape because it’s needed (It’s over)

I fall asleep like Tempur-Pedic

Got a light, got a light, got a light, I’ll be there

They kill my niggas for no reason

I hear ’em

 

These bullets coming at you

Take these bullets for me, that’s my grimy waifu (Hot)

They keep on dumping the tool

Take these bullets for me, that’s my, no

 

Here we go

We gotta do what we gotta do

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