Lyrics:
at chik-fil-a
Puttting on a good face
pretending I'm ok
But I'm not I'm insane
Somebody help me there's a stranger in my way
Gettin in the nitty gritty
I
Wicked, wicked now it's on
I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech
luck
Wound up being sucked and drugged by the same bloodthirsty dirty muck
Uh uh, by the same bloodthirsty dirty muck, uh uh
Can't steal my deal dare ya
that mediocre flow
I tried to Google you but all that
Came up was that you a ho
By the way my girl's name
Ain't Briahna it's Brianna
You wouldn't know
the boys be boys
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise b-boys
I'm the nitty, nasty, gritty smashing, never slow gassing
Strictly swift blast
but you'll never see no warning signs
And if you wanna get right down to the nitty-gritty
Oh, you can bat a thousand every time
I met a Yankee in
Alright
You know i'm gon
You know i'm gon take my time with that right
I done lost my mind sometimes i'm thinking that you mine
And i been on my
back, tracing my memories
I guess I thought that somehow it would better me
That's when I realized, I never liked being touched
By my friends or by guys,
from the basement,
Bring you all to my hospital because I have no patience,
Serve ads in every city, been through the nitty-gritty,
I'm a cross between
didn't but we know you got ran out yo city
Tryna get down to the nitty gritty
Cross yo niggas for money but ima get back every penny
I would sit back
up like some long division
I just rock slow clear thought drives decision
If the nitty gets gritty then I cause incision
Yeah I thought so serving up
the city yeah (One time)
Love it when my bitches act siddity yeah (Come here)
Know we from the streets the nitty gritty yeah
Yellow diamonds on my crosses
because no one's home, my mind is gone, look, yeah
Went to new york two times a week, it was me and tre on that megabus
Then nitty came up ‘cause she fuck w
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you'll know that rhythm carries all
Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you'll know
no doubt
Look at the nitty gritty
Counting a hundred 50's
My mind was so divine
You lie I'm not convinced
Time to the tell the truth
Time was running
nitty gritty
They had that magnetic pull
And lots of Sex in the City
You can lie all you want
You can try and run from me
But you'll see my truest light
way
Just a couple lines for all you birds on the fence
You would think I camped more ’cause I’m always intense
I get down to the nitty gritty like I’ve
I wish she was here
She never failed to make me smile
Wish she was near
Never failed to make my while
Single drop a tear
Nitty-gritty nail file
I’m on my gritty time
Hit man nitty grind
Puffy bags diddy dimes
Get ya whole city high
Really I’m AL-K
Fuck is they yelling
Zero time felon
Never
why I want to be, want to be with you
Stop, clear the stage so we can get busy
Open up your mind while I hit you with the nitty gritty
We came
on people now
I like the sound of funky music
My mind is singing
Everybody sing it sing it
I like it
'Cause funky music sho nuff turn me
gritty, it's all reality
No question actual fact like tight jeans
Cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds
Get no respect when
Their ass is all
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