Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grim, artist - Lund. Album song BlkBird, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lund
Song language: English
Grim |
| Do you believe in Jesus? |
| Yes I do |
| Well you’re going to need him |
| Bleed out these bodies |
| I’m slittin' neck as a hobby |
| While getting neck it’s so sloppy |
| D-drinking dirty like coffee |
| So bitch don’t hit me with attitude |
| Won’t find longitude, latitude |
| Where I bury your body |
| P-probably somewhere near Saudi |
| Scrub out the blood from my trunk |
| Throw out the shells and the shotty |
| I’m on the move they can’t stop me |
| You just be stuck like epoxy |
| I’ll take yo bitch I ain’t sorry |
| I let her smoke on safari |
| Then get her wet like tsunami |
| She grab my dick call me papi and that’s facts |
| Better watch the way that you act |
| Before you end up on your back |
| In the street, watch you bleed |
| When that 50 make you sleep |
| Caution tape around your body |
| They got chalk around your feet |
| Bitch you better think twice |
| Before you motherfuckin' speak |
| To a G in his prime |
| I got money on my wrist |
| I throw money at your bitch |
| 'Cause this money ain’t shit |
| I don’t want to need it, fuck it, I can’t take it when I go |
| I just hate the way this world has fucking made me though |
| Are you a bounty hunter? |
| A man’s gotta do something for a living these days |
| So I just chop up the dutch |
| While this bitch gimme sloppy |
| I’m crossing names off my list |
| 'Cause taking lives is my hobby |
| You know that scythe on my back |
| 'Cause I need blood in my flask |
| Bitch I’m the reaper, I been creeping |
| Putting thoughts into your head |
| So when your time come don’t ask for mercy |
| No crying out like oh ℒund please don’t hurt me |
| Bitch you worthy of this death go on ask me what is next |
| Put that blade up to your neck and let it slide till it’s red |
| Bleed out these bodies |
| I’m slittin' neck as a hobby |
| While getting neck it’s so sloppy |
| D-drinking dirty like coffee |
| So bitch don’t hit me with attitude |
| Won’t find longitude, latitude |
| Where I bury your body |
| P-probably somewhere near Saudi |
| Scrub out the blood from my trunk |
| Throw out the shells and the shotty |
| I’m on the move they can’t stop me |
| You just be stuck like epoxy |
| I’ll take yo bitch I ain’t sorry |
| I let her smoke on safari |
| Then get her wet like tsunami |
| She grab my dick call me papi and that’s facts |
| Better watch the way that you act |
| Before you end up on your back |
| In the street, watch you bleed |
| When that 50 make you sleep |
| Caution tape around your body |
| They got chalk around your feet |
| Bitch you better think twice |
| Before you motherfuckin' speak |