| Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
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| Yeah
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| Reject, nigga
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| Griselda
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| Fuck your chain and your watch with diamonds inside the bezel
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| Fuck your favorite rapper, I body several, I’m 'bout to drop my
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| New project, it’s probably sonically on The Chronic level
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| I am on a iconic level—I gotta be round the special
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| High school dropout, but my minds on a college level
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| And where I’m from, I power levels on Obama’s level
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| I’m increasing my profit level, so mines up
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| The Hill nigga, my Hilfiger’s was on a Tommy level (Hahaha)
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| Still aiming the Tommy level, I’m just smoking these sour
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| Flower petals, spit for an hour—that's an hour special (K)
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| Applying pressure whether on beat or on a a cappella
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| Hardest B Sigel this D Eagle will Rocafella (whoo)
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| Put ice in the pot took it white hard and I rock it better
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| Bars so sharp the album will machete chop whoever
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| Like being drop through propellers oh a helicop
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| Go head and drop a thousand mixtapes
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| Your shit’ll never pop (Ha)
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| Picture all them guns on IG that you ain’t never shot
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| Said you smoking loud but I seen you leaving the reggie spot
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| Fiends lined up to the window of my ready spot
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| Fuck the jack boys I let the Dessy pop
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| Every shot
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| Diamonds all on the face of that Presi watch
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| I know they plotting so I keep one eye open
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| I’m on my Fetty Wap (Hahaha)
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| I’m better than 90 percent of rappers rapping
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| Look, I go in the studio and magic happens
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| I get on niggas tracks and something tragic happens
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| Kill em on they own shit
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| On some off of the dome shit
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| Nigga you ain’t getting money that’s a small stack
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| Fuck the girl of your dreams and she can’t get a call back
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| Look, lil nigga I’m not impressed with your false raps
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| All my lines serious like I wrote the verse in all CAPS
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| Keep my cigar capped
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| This Cookies with more wax
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| The hustle in my hood boy you gotta pay the squad tax (K)
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| Niggas get bodied but detectives never solve that
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| A nigga got off on me? |
| I don’t recall that (Hah)
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| Gun butt a nigga till every bone in his jaw crack
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| If I ain’t a gangsta than what the fuck do you call that? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kommas , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album 50 Round Drum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп