André DeSaint - Grain (Feat. Ellz) | Текст песни

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• Grain (Feat. Ellz)

[Verse 1: Ellz]

Yoppa toter lotto mower
Making cuts a hydro smoker
Rolling bud and guiding closure
To my ex she sent a text
That read she fucked it up she know she smut
And sucked on other dicks and nuts
While I was out of town trying to binge myself on what I love
That's this music don't confuse me for no fucking nut
Usually one to fuck it up
But you just had to shut me up
It's crazy these fugazzi thugs
Forgot me and the king I was
The king I am got bars like prison
The bing I am the son of Sam
It’s summer motherfucker
Got a tre-pound seven inches
Six in the barrel bucka
Niggas talk greasy no hinges
Fuck breezies no feelings
I make this shit just look easy
No legendary on Halo
Put that on my payroll my nigga

[Hook: Ellz]

What you been doing motherfucker?
I’ve been doing everything you been pursuing motherfucker
Not the usual of fuckers
Against the grain I smooth it out
I'm just amazed as you I am
I'm feeling like the fucking man
I'm saying I'm the fucking man

[Verse 2: André DeSaint]

(I’m the fucking man… fuck yo’ man)

What the fuck? Fuck is up?
My cup is full of uppercuts
Things are on the up and up
And I don’t fuck with such and such
Trying to touch a couple bucks and keep it moving
Niggas drinking sucker punch that’s why you losing
Check the wave all in my movements
I’m feeling so abusive
Rapping out of anger
Living out my childhood dreams
I’m still trying to fuck Topanga
Fucked up generation ain’t no way that you can save us
Cut a deal with the fallen angel he said there ain’t no danger
See I’m the perfect stranger
You don’t know me, but you’d like to
I’m in a different world so if I get a chance I’ll write you
No telling what I might do
I could do some shit to spite you
Real music through your speakers while ya’ll sweeter than Type II
I ain’t grow up with no idols, bruh
Mike, who?
Walk around looking for some tension I could slice through
Sick and tired of answering what I’ve been up to
Watching Krush Groove with a slut who
Man.. man you know what?
Fuck you!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: André DeSaint]

I'm not the same as you niggas and I’m okay with that
Place me anywhere on God's turf and I'ma make it back
Chase it but we'll never be adjacent you could face the facts
Feeding bitch niggas bars for life say your grace with that
If you see the day that we should meet
Please spare me from your stories cause they're boring to me
I don't be reaching for the gems, they just be soaring to me
The day I reach the fucking top is looking gorgeous to me
The prettiest of my days
The wittiest from the craze
I'm stomping through this earth with the grittiest of my ways
The coach ain't pitching me plays it's all freelance
They want that old dirty shit like ODB fans
And guess what I came with?
I'm speaking your language you happy now?
Matter of fact fuck your rationale
Used to being passive with the words but there's passion now
Making rappers see the white light like I’m backing out
Stacking action packing bitches that be fashion trappin’ which is
Perfectly fine with me, let's get it crack-a-lackin’
Isn't he the type of nigga that you thought he wasn't?
Or maybe he just ain't that nigga that you thought he was
Sorry that I brought it up
Never second guessing shit you heard it if I thought it up
Got your girl harassing me
You thought her belt was chastity
Stupid, you should follow Nas smarten up
All my niggas animals don't make ‘em dig a carcass up
You won't find a crew that's gon’ deliver shit as harsh as us
Single as a loosie got these groupies looking parched as fuck
What
And I ain't quenching shit
So don't mention it
Bitch

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