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Allen - Grip Lyrics

(Life outside this crazy game
The killers try to hit you)
I’m gripping on the wheel
Im losing all control
I’m feeling like a made a deal
Like I sold my soul
She likes the way it moves
She likes the way it zooms
I like the way she shakes it
I like the way she do
She wants designer bags
Louis Balenciaga’s
Put her in, I put her in that real designer
454, right to the floor
You feel that muscle every time it roars
Bowties oh my eyes they make the best
Ride ‘em till the wooden chest
One thing they can attest
Im better than the rest
They say that Im up next
And that I’m oh so fresh
My weed is hella loud, so is my music
I ain’t trying to start I’m trying to start a movement
I’m bout to cop that bag I’m bout to get that money
Im feeling underpaid
& that feeling is never funny
I’m talking sleepless nights
& days full of forgetting
Life outside this crazy game
The killers try to hit you
Life outside this crazy game
The killers try to hit you
Life outside this crazy game
The killers try to hit you
I’m gripping on the wheel
Im losing all control
(Life outside this crazy game
The killers try to hit you)
I’m feeling like a made a deal
Like I sold my soul
(Life outside this crazy game
The killers try to hit you) x 2