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have slowed her down
Grub and her pupils are now her
Feet on the ground

The forest is scoured as Kat
Finds two flowers
"For Grub blue, and yellow for

and sucking for free

These bitches warn fuck all the gs
Kane got all the bands in his jeans
Might flip a whole brick ina week
Yeah

I push a whole load of grub

as good as you think
Then you'd be able to see that
I'm off to meet with Ghenim
Come Grub, we need to go"
"You could show them the
Slightest bit

the front

She ain't even hungry 
But she know what she want

Tell her hit her peeps up

Tell 'em we eating grub

Meet up with my LBz 
We all link up

Shorty

Kat recalls meeting Grub and Astrid
They were best of friends
They quickly took her in
She wishes to live those days again
They would stay up all

This year on Christmas 
I'm thankful for you
All ya kisses, all ya hugs, all ya gifts, and all the love 
This year on Christmas 
I need to tell you

she out of my league still gon' try smash
I'm out the friendzone mandem fresh home I got the gift of gab
I landed in the uh Only one night then I flew

but 
Out of a God gift of get up and go! 
Hustle til its all you
Just remember what you caught thru
Its on yo

Wake up and brace yourself BRUH
You betta

here
I already can't wait for next year

It's Christmas time alright
Do you have that gift of mine?
I don't know how you find the time
That's right, It's

In a bag, And nobody gets hurt
Im not fast, So i'm making it worst
Im a whole different person
Its a gift and a curse, But I cannot reverse

Look,

Liquor and Dat Bud

Three 6 Mafia

Underground, Vol. 2: Club Memphis

1999

a motherfuckin sound
But now I got the munches 
I gotta get some grub
Fuckin wit that liquor and bud
 
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor

and the fans praised it
Beloved I love it
Everything that I covet is covered
I'm rugged and tough as putting
Grub in the cupboard
I'm deeper than jewels buried

people lurking
On my page
You already know
I don’t age
You finna grub
On some takeout
I’m finna make a website
That’s in my sight
I’m finna write a book
I

can't afford that sink
I need grub like cumin
I'm mute now It's all tongue twist
Red lorry yellow lorry language
He's realer cause he brought man in
Too

Flesh, sweetened by sun, until the grubs come, still I wait

I jumped in the lake the other day
Do you remember when I said the water's cold?
After

thing then I might fall in love
But city girls just want your grub so shit I had enough
Ai mamacitaaa
Estamos aquí buena vida
Solo el principio
Heat wit

ain't thinking so 
You should swerve
That shit for the birds
I'm cooking up
Save room for dessert
You call your gift a curse
cnd mine is feeling more like

we keep a Sak on us
Bank account look like a packaging number
No you can't keep track of us
Just like dikes, we keep straps, untucked
I'm the gift like

know what I'm repping
No I ain't cooking up grub but I'm killing these tracks everytime that I say I'm cheffing
This Eezy pack got me valiant stepping

Mirror of souls, divine gift or fortuitous
Mirror of the soul, I beg for purpose
Entering a state lethargic and numb
Writhing for days, melancholic

that I'm serving words
You'd think I'm working
At Jimmy Johns, or grub hub
Rubbadub, I keep it spotless
When I jot this, I promise
A wordsmith in his

are gifts, I guess skills are learnt
When Short cuts cost you
Usually bills are burnt
Now is she rachet
Or is your girl a queen
Hug you from the back

a dog off the leash
Last supper, we grub we feast
From the mud, pullin' up clean
Learned to live in the present, what a gift
Took my goals, and I made me

Before I came here I knew
Can't hide the scars, a gift from you

Pour the blood to the chalice

And as I go back to you
I'll give the same offering