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Griselda

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Griselda

Griselda is a feminine given name from Germanic sources that is now used in English, Italian, and Spanish as well. According to the 1990 United States Census, the name was 1066th in popularity among females in the United States. It has been suggested that the name originated from Old English "gris hild", meaning "dark battle". The name likely specifically stems from the Proto-Germanic language elements *grīsaz, meaning both "grey" and "fearsome, terrible", and *haliþaz, meaning "warrior, hero", or alternately *hildiz, meaning "battle" (compare modern German grau and Held).The name can also be spelled "Griselde", "Grisselda", "Grieselda", "Grizelda", "Gricelda", and "Criselda". Common nicknames include, "Zelda", "Selda", "Grissy", "Gris", "Grisel", or "Grizel… more »


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Ayo, I'm in Salvatore makin' Salaat
Bentayga in three flavors
Shoot the nigga, know we'll speak later 
Up the Whitney, got the MAC with me
Hid behind the Warhol, dip to Bergdorf, shot up the whole store (brrt)
Cherry '57, in the 'Bach learnin' lessons (skrrt)
Crack ain't dry, and it be ready in a second (ah)
Forty chains on, halo, I'm a God, nigga
Fear of God jogger, rock a nigga, I don't even jog
Hangin' out the Wagen sunroof, pickin' niggas off (brrt)
The Mille with the chill bezel (ah)
All my foreigns red, it make me feel special
Banana peel AK, I'm lookin' real extra 
With the top keys, the money green Teslas (skrrt)
Told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick (write "Brick" on my brick)
Write Brick" on my brick
Told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick
Ayo, Amiris filled with cash, I'm in the fashion district (ah)
Shoot your momma houses for a half a bicken ot)
All my niggas dealin', all my niggas killin' (brrt)
Them niggas tried to test me, now the nigga's missin' (ah)
Meal quarters, I'm still awesome
Water whip coke, I still Voss, Rose out the faucet
Ah, tell Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick

Look, lil' brodie let off his .30, he ain't even flinch (yeah)
Caught the body, dipped to the A, nobody seen him since (he got low)
560 Benz and I ain't need the tints (vroom)
My weakest scent cost more than your momma need for rent (hahaha)
That's just one zip, the drum rip, leave you rinsed (rrah)
Hide the body for a week and it's gon' leave a stench (smell that?)
Rappers come to my city, they gon' need consent (you gon' need a pass, nigga)
'Cause we already know you pussy nigga, we convinced (hah)
I told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick (hah)
The nicest with this shit, ain't write this, I just spit (woo)
White bitch on my dick, this ice drip on my fist
No shoe deal, but look at all this Nike shit that I get (hahaha)
On dope street, it's white shit that I pitch
Two in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my blick (I got it all)
No soda in this Off-White shit that I whip (hah)
I'm rich, put all this Off-White shit on my bitch (haha)
So if it's smoke, we ain't even askin' (uh huh)
We just pullin' up and somebody gon' see a casket (boom boom boom)
Hall N Nash and BENNY like James Worthy, Kareem, and Magic (yeah)
Every time Griselda drop, this shit gon' be a classic (you know what's up)

Yo, I gave cocaine to users, and okays to shooters (I did)
I'm cocky, vintage Versace with the stone face Medusas
Sopranos, and Margianos, we got gold-plated Rugers
This pistol'll backflip you and blow your whole frame to puro (brrt)
Got all eyes on us, can we chill? Eatin' with snakes'll probably get him killed
'Cause trust me, every family got a Henry Hill (what up?)
And every man don't got a BENNY skill (nah)
When you this dope, it take least fifty mil' just to sit me still (ah)
Light ten on my whip, white bitch on my dick
Right wrist when I whip, that white brick on my brick
Runway Margiela, that type shit on my bitch
Butterflys and spikes, that type shit on my kicks
These rappers wanna be trendy, their hoes wanna be friendly (nah)
But never, she wear Forever 21 like it's Fendi
Until that bitch is Givenchy, she pronounce that shit as "Givinchy"
She wanna f*ck me and run through all my accounts 'til they empty
What would ChineGun do? I'm still thinkin' militant
Old paraphernalia layin' around, I got rid of it (that's out of here)
Then settled all my differences (I did)
I really had a chicken with a tree stamp like I stepped on it with a Timberland
The Butcher, nigga (ah)

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