| Allow me to introduce myself
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| I’m Colton Grundy, in effect bitch
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| No need to excuse yourself
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| A little strange, and yeah, I’m kind of a horrible sight
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| But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk this mic
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| When I get right, ain’t nobody getting shit
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| 'Cause I’m gonna get so right, ain’t gonna be nothing left to get
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| Out cold, but I got the balance, with even heat
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| 'Cause if my talents don’t provide, I got a gat under the seat (and that’s real)
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| Too raw for some of y’all to feel
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| But that’s just life, shuffle the cards and deal
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| And the wheels’ll keep spinnin'
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| Ho’s keep catching too many feelin’s
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| And too many men are turning into women
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| That the world that we live in
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| The world that I sit and spit in
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| And squeeze my ass where I can fit in, so just listen
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| Because I would never waste your time
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| But if you lend me your ear, then I promise to blow you’re mind
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| I’m out the gate (Busted wide open)
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| Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
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| Put some volume on that sound
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| Out the gate, make no mistake, the chain is severed
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| And the link’s the only thing that’s been holding me together
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| I’m out the gate (Busted wide open)
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| Lay your money down (put your drink on that ice)
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| Put some volume on that sound
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| (If you ain’t come to party)
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| Show that ass to the door
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| (Man if you ain’t come to party)
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| Then what the hell you here for
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| Better not be drama, I hate acting tight
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| Cut that ass like a director, and edit you like a re-write
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| Ain’t nobody playing, filleting ya like a fish
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| So mind your own, and go attend to your drink, and your bitch
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| Cause it’s Sid the DJ, is spinning right here
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| In him seven, eight bottles of beers, inside the Everclear
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| Got me feeling far from friendly
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| Like you trying to push emotion on me
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| Becoming your new found enemy (better let it be)
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| I came to drink and ball (you're upsetting me)
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| Talking shit under your breath, little boy
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| I don’t like bitches, or dudes that imitate 'em
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| So quit acting like a female, and speak up player
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| (Break x2)
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| So what you wanna do, and why you looking at me?
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| So many girls in the house, with fine asses and titties
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| Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)
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| Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)
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| I’m out the gate (Busted wide open)
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| Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
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| Put some volume on that sound
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| Out the gate make no mistake, the chain is severed
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| And the link’s the only thing that’s been holding me together
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| I’m out the gate (Busted wide open)
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| Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
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| Put some volume on that sound
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| (If you ain’t come to party)
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| Show that ass to the door
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| (Man if you ain’t come to party)
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| Then what the hell you here for?
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| They call me Grim fresh, I’m like the cream of the crop
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| The shit that starts on the bottom and just rise to the top
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| Too many of ya’ll sound the same
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| While my style is infinity and uncapable to restrain
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| Off the chain and a short leash
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| Serving you salty on the biscuit and a two piece (soaked in chicken grease)
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| What it is, what it will be
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| You bark like a big dog, but we’ll see
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| How many puppy bites, it takes to break skin
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| Well man, I’ll break bread
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| While other rappers let go to their head, and wind up dead in a nightclub
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| somewhere
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| Anywhere, ain’t nothin' but thugs in here
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| I’m out the gate (Busted wide open)
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| Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)
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| Put some volume on that sound
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| (If you ain’t come to party)
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| Show that ass to the door
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| (Man if you ain’t come to party)
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| Then what the hell you here for?
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| Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)
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| Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)
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| (Repeat until end)
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| Yeah |