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LPB Poody - Grapefruit Lyrics



LPB Poody - Grapefruit Lyrics
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[ Featuring 1K Johnny ]

Bitch, I be up before the sun, I feel like I popped a bean
She gon' f*ck a nigga, heard we winnin', she might do the team
That boy ain't steppin', what he rap?, He rap 'bout what he seen
My clip full of hollows, when I pop ya, it's gon' clear the scene

We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few

Poody on the beat, but I ain't talkin' make up
Talkin' out your mouth, yeah we'll f*ck your face up
Yeah my niggas, they so cut, they kinda like a razor
No Blac Youngsta, but my niggas they gon' try to shake somethin'
Move in silence all we know, I told that boy don't say none
Still in the hood with my hood on, rock it like I'm Treyvon
Bitch, you can't steal my flow, 'cause boy this shit here A1
Got so much love for my niggas, they been down since day one
Hey look, ballin' on you niggas, I done scored a triple-double
Jit done got a wall, so you know that you in trouble
I'm tryna make it out, I wanna blow just like a bubble
Niggas hatin' on me, got 'em walkin' from the huddle
Beatin' up that pussy, she so wet, I left a puddle
That's all that I can give her, you know I can never love her
I'm really bout my bread, and we gon' spread it like some butter
Gettin' cheese don't move me, I know you heard my brother
Snappin' on the beat, but when I talk I usually stutter
They don't care, 'cause they know I can't compare to others
Do it for my mama, got to get her out the gutter
Runnin' up a bag, now I'm walkin' with a duffle
Really 'bout my chips, no casino, I love them Ruffles
Playin' in the field, had to get it up off the muscle
Teach a boy the game, I can show you how to hustle
I'm too fly to f*ckin' fight, no, I ain't tryna tussle

We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
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Bitch, I be up before the sun, I feel like I popped a bean
She gon' f*ck a nigga, heard we winnin', she might do the team
That boy ain't steppin', what he rap?, He rap 'bout what he seen
My clip full of hollows, when I pop ya, it's gon' clear the scene

We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few

Poody on the beat, but I ain't talkin' make up
Talkin' out your mouth, yeah we'll f*ck your face up
Yeah my niggas, they so cut, they kinda like a razor
No Blac Youngsta, but my niggas they gon' try to shake somethin'
Move in silence all we know, I told that boy don't say none
Still in the hood with my hood on, rock it like I'm Treyvon
Bitch, you can't steal my flow, 'cause boy this shit here A1
Got so much love for my niggas, they been down since day one
Hey look, ballin' on you niggas, I done scored a triple-double
Jit done got a wall, so you know that you in trouble
I'm tryna make it out, I wanna blow just like a bubble
Niggas hatin' on me, got 'em walkin' from the huddle
Beatin' up that pussy, she so wet, I left a puddle
That's all that I can give her, you know I can never love her
I'm really bout my bread, and we gon' spread it like some butter
Gettin' cheese don't move me, I know you heard my brother
Snappin' on the beat, but when I talk I usually stutter
They don't care, 'cause they know I can't compare to others
Do it for my mama, got to get her out the gutter
Runnin' up a bag, now I'm walkin' with a duffle
Really 'bout my chips, no casino, I love them Ruffles
Playin' in the field, had to get it up off the muscle
Teach a boy the game, I can show you how to hustle
I'm too fly to f*ckin' fight, no, I ain't tryna tussle

We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so I'ma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catchin' one, I want a few
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Writer: Robert Lee Jr. Perry, 1K Johnny
Copyright: Lyrics © TYTEWORK PUBLISHING HOUSE, LLC

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Performed By: LPB Poody
Featuring: 1K Johnny
Length: 2:25
Written by: Robert Lee Jr. Perry, 1K Johnny

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