GrimeyFinesse - Another Day

Yeah, killa, yeah, bitch
I'm shopping at Neiman's, I had to text my new, semen, demon
Every time I talk the real niggas, know I'm preachin
Hit his bitch from the back, had her screechin
Every time I meet with this bitch, she be freakin
I don't gotta play the game, cause I'm teachin
Stupid dumb bitch, suckin' dick like she teethin
Bitch tried to keep my car, she was trippin
Bitch asked about my other hoe, she be trippin
This nigga talkin' bout bands, but it's fiction
Fuck a new bitch every week in my kitchen
Bitch asked for a band, think I'm simpin
Who the fuck told y'all I was outside trickin'
FN in my pants, got me limpin
Bullets hit his neck, had to leave his ass twitchin
I got love for my bitches like I'm pimpin
Told my nigga, if you do the drill, no witness
Save the best for the end, like it's Christmas
Real nigga came from the bottom of the trenches
If he snitched on the gang, give him stitches
Poke around in your bitch mouth like I'm a dentist
This bitch ass so fat, got me hunchin
The clothes on my body, got her lookin' like I'm punchin
I don't even wanna fuck I like the suction
The way she suck a nigga up, damn, I can't function
Lil homie can't talk, he be mumblin
It's probably all the bodies that he seen after dumpin
Every time I pull up to the function
Speakers steady bumping I stay on that fuck shit
Yeah, I stay on that fuck shit
I was really broke till a nigga started hustlin
Some niggas get a bag and then a nigga try to fumble it
If I get the bag, I'ma never stop runnin
If I fuck her right here, she gon' never stop cummin
If I fuck her right here, she gon' never stop cummin
Got a bag full of money and that shit weigh a ton
I just faced 10 blunts, I don't even feel numb
Tell her break my heart if I wanna feel some
I was toting on drugs and a Mac and a gun
I ain't never hesitate if I want take his funds
I can't beef with you nigga, I know you a bum
Told her pass the bottle , I don't even fuckin' drink man
I just smoked 10 blunts, I can't even fuckin' think man
Man I need a new lung tell that bitch, give me three bands
Put the chop to his gun, now that nigga wan break dance
Nigga tryna be my opp, but he always wanna shake hands
Punch him in his mouth, I don't even fuckin' play that
You think I can't take your bitch, why you say that
You know if I send them shots, she never go back
Boy, why you call the cops, you ain't blow back
Nigga, diss the don, now that nigga got a toe tag
Bitch said I'm broke, tuh show racks
I'll whip out 50 racks, get your bro whacked
By a show of hands, who really love me though
By a show of hands, who really sellin' dope
How you got a band and you don't got a pole
If I cheat on you once, then you gotta go
Your revenge is the sex my revenge is the bag
Bitch, why is you mad
I could see it now though for real

Written by:
bernard wikins

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