Andre DeSaint - Grime lyrics

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Andre DeSaint - Grime lyrics

[Verse 1: André DeSaint] I'm on the phone with a b**h like “Ay!” I got a whole lot planned out for the day Me and my team took a trip to the A Met up with some n***as that live around the way I ain't trying to work unless a n***a gon' pay Everything I say could probably make me a K f** one time motherf** one time I just hate cops n***a there ain't no punchline I'ma go crazy I'ma go dumb I knew that sh** when we laid these drums If we stay sober she ain't no fun We gon' do the thing until there ain't no sun What you was saying before? Who is the greatest? You already know Say what's the latest? You n***as the latest As soon as they pay us we ready to go, go! Okay, I'm finna tweak a bit I been on fire, I'ma keep it lit You can tell by the tone that I greet you with If you're scared go to church cop an Easter fit Im trying to get rich from my recent sh** Cause I ain't really getting paid from my deeper sh** What's the play? What's the move? n***a time out I be where that Doe B Let Me Find Out We can hear what you say what you lying bout? n***as die everyday what you crying bout? I'm mean off the bat knock em clean off a track I'm a genius that raps What your lines bout? [Verse 2: Mouf.] Mouf. pull up like “Ay!” I'm about to ruin Dré's whole damn day Finna wash up rap, they reply in all caps Like “I love what you did with the place!” Gotta go home wash my face My skin is too silky for all this hate On my Silky Johnson She love my silky johnson I just said it twice cause that's awesome Common sense? Psh, yeah right man I lost it Florida repping I don't f** with the Dolphins Carve the PayUp! logo on my coffin This finna get me to The Garden Aww sh**! Or the Rucker's up in Harlem I ain't trapping I don't know what to call it Ya'll knuckballing quit pitching that garbage, ho