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Premo Rice - Grip Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
La musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm checkin' grip (Yeah)
And I got this bad new lil' bitch I'm trying to pimp (Huh)
Twenty in my hand, that's just from the other week (Week)
P be talkin' cash at these skeetchies trying to peep (Peep)

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Numbers on the board, countin' cheddar, calculate (Count)
Yeah your shit look good, my shit better, lookin' great
Yeah I make a juug any weather, any place
Yeah I'm in your hood, any ghetto, any state
Check out my estate, half a milli' for the crib
And that ain't the first, lil' nigga watch me live
Watch me do it big, drag my nuts on a bitch
No you cannot fuck, going tough on a bitch
I'm cut from the same cloth as Don Juan and Pimp
I'm God in the flesh, I'm going for they neck
I'm dumpin' likе a TEC for my niggas represent
I camе for my respect, for my city, I'm a gem
Huh, I'm checkin' grip
Huh, I'm checkin' grip
[Verse 2: Aye Jae]
Man this shit sound absurd
Fuck what niggas heard, us and Harry it's a purge
Niggas better play they lane, I advise you never merge
This lil' bitch think she my main, like shit come in his and hers
Matchin' shit expensive furs, ratchet bitches hit the curb
We get bitches shit and hers, KFC just pick a bird
Niggas pussy anyway, catch 'em out and switch they words
It ain't too much they could gain, cuff up 'fore I hit your swerve
Niggas sick, we go state to state just off the hate I'm totin' blick
Niggas can't even relate, we gettin' paper 'round this bitch
We be with the movers and the shakers 'round this shit
Every verse a thousand, they like I was breakin' down a-
They just pocket watchin' what we makin', that's a grip
Niggas fucked up all they options, they ain't take it, that's a risk
Fuck your favorite rapper, how I break 'em, that's a glitch
Probably noose a couple niggas, have them hanging off a cliff
Player and coach, I was plottin' from the bench
I know what you niggas smokin', I won't cop it off the stench
Niggas miss they shot like every time that they attempt
Live Forever fucking records in the sky across a blimp

[Chorus: Premo Rice]
I'm checkin' grip (Yeah)
And I got this bad new lil' bitch I'm trying to pimp (Huh)
Twenty in my hand, that's just from the other week (Week)
P be talkin' cash at these skeetchies trying to peep (Peep)
[Outro]
Huh, I'm checkin' grip
Huh, I'm checkin' grip