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grapevine Video (MV)




Performed By: Grayscale
Featuring: Ghouvl
Language: English
Written by: Grayscale, Ghouvl




Grayscale - grapevine Lyrics




[ Featuring Ghouvl ]

Yeah
Riding in that widebody
Bitch we keep it low, huh quit with all that side eyeing
F*ck I keep a side iron
I don't really mind if you lie
Already got mine
I eat that bitch like Popeyes
She really already been fried
My pockets filled with paper
Ain't no drought we really stay fine
I'm f*cking on your bitch
I know you heard it through the grapevine
You ain't got no cash
So why the f*ck you worried bout mine?
And you ain't do the dash
So I know damn well you ain't slide
You could send an addy
If you do just know you'll die
I don't take my chances
If I do I roll the dice

He try play with *****
Then you know he gonna slide
Talk tough from the net
Yeah that boy don't like his life
I pull up
Have y'all paper
That chicken
Then I'm fried
If you try pull up on me
I don't care boy you gone die
You done broke my heart
But you cannot make that right
We gone run his pockets
Buy some fours
Mix it with Sprite

Yeah
Riding in that widebody
Bitch we keep it low, huh quit with all that side eyeing
F*ck I keep a side iron
I don't really mind if you lie
Already got mine
I eat that bitch like Popeyes
She really already been fried
My pockets filled with paper
Ain't no drought we really stay fine
I'm f*cking on your bitch
I know you heard it through the grapevine
You ain't got no cash
So why the f*ck you worried bout mine?
And you ain't do the dash
So I know damn well you ain't slide
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Yeah
Riding in that widebody
Bitch we keep it low, huh quit with all that side eyeing
F*ck I keep a side iron
I don't really mind if you lie
Already got mine
I eat that bitch like Popeyes
She really already been fried
My pockets filled with paper
Ain't no drought we really stay fine
I'm f*cking on your bitch
I know you heard it through the grapevine
You ain't got no cash
So why the f*ck you worried bout mine?
And you ain't do the dash
So I know damn well you ain't slide
You could send an addy
If you do just know you'll die
I don't take my chances
If I do I roll the dice

He try play with *****
Then you know he gonna slide
Talk tough from the net
Yeah that boy don't like his life
I pull up
Have y'all paper
That chicken
Then I'm fried
If you try pull up on me
I don't care boy you gone die
You done broke my heart
But you cannot make that right
We gone run his pockets
Buy some fours
Mix it with Sprite

Yeah
Riding in that widebody
Bitch we keep it low, huh quit with all that side eyeing
F*ck I keep a side iron
I don't really mind if you lie
Already got mine
I eat that bitch like Popeyes
She really already been fried
My pockets filled with paper
Ain't no drought we really stay fine
I'm f*cking on your bitch
I know you heard it through the grapevine
You ain't got no cash
So why the f*ck you worried bout mine?
And you ain't do the dash
So I know damn well you ain't slide
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Writer: Grayscale, Ghouvl
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