Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grimace, artist - Jackboy.
Date of issue: 12.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grimace |
Money grow on trees bitch I’m rooted up |
They hating low key so I’m toolied up |
On Mercy Drive posted in the cut |
Trying to fuck this bitch I met inside of Lux |
Boss up, ooh, I got my cash up |
Finesse a nigga, Uncle Sam, I’ll tax ya |
No grams, BOA faster |
Still spending money made from last year |
Fuck a runner I done ran it up |
Fuck that promoter tell him prices done went up |
At every show got my sniper in the cut |
At every show we got sticks in the trunk |
Hit her from all sides like we playing tonk |
Baby, I’m the shit I can’t fake the funk |
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want |
My Draco, my Draco, my Draco, fuck a handgun |
Got pes, got pes, got pesos I can get you slumped |
For some petty shit start war like Donald Trump |
No secret service I’m protected by this pump |
Fuck secret service got more faith in my gun |
Chosen one, came up out the slum |
Trial 17 stick with a drum |
In the club, I ain’t come to have no fun |
Hoe you ugly I’m not 'bout to throw no ones |
Cougar bitch, I’m the same age as her son |
She trying to kidnap me, Hawaii for a month |
Whole month, you eating dick up like it’s lunch |
Don’t use hands, she controls it with her tongue |
She control it with her mouth |
While I fuck the hoe, Lil' J break in her house |
Running routes, while you sit on the couch |
Running routes, racked up, we spazzing out |
She control it with her mouth |
While I fuck the hoe, Lil' J break in her house |
Running routes, while you sit on the couch |
Running routes, racked up, we spazzing out |