Lyrics:
Then I kicked you out the crib
N told you find another dude
But that was what I needed
To the studio I went
I had to make a hit
Girl you had me bent
Each orifice disgracing
And one facing me moves to say "hellay".
He is grotesque in every feature, a mixture of ugly lumps and stumps.
His lips
[The Grouch]
Yes, YES! Alright, keep it going now, keep it moving
You got a nice pace (that's right)
Chorus: The Grouch (repeat 2X)
Some things
tee
Shawty sayin' "By me", you get in the right think
Baguettes on your chest make your whole body bling
Freak ting, said you like girls, bitch, I'm
broke,
And I know he ain’t fucking with me.
Put his ass in the trash,
Like the Grouch. (grouch)
That boy still sleep on the couch.
He pop one more slick
add up all the money that you
Made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what
I'm getting paid for this you make me sick
throw up in the whip
I just got this shit detailed
And thats that liquor talking
Say you love me
Baby I can tell, Hold Up
[Hook Da Grouch
get all mines
But that's the old me
N if you owe
I'm on my way back to collect
I hope you niggas at the crib
Hold up
[Verse 2 Da Grouch]
Light
don’t to for the money or allure
Cause a real brave night out here lives and dies by the sword
I’ve been down so many times that bouncing back became
o'clock in the morning
I woke up
because Amos and Archie had started barking
That made me very angry
because I wasn't feeling well and I told them
I
o'clock in the morning
I woke up
because Amos and Archie had started barking
That made me very angry
because I wasn't feeling well and I told them
I
me
Before you make some friends you gotta make some enemies
Back in elementary I was a shy dude
But middle school I was tryna find fools
Playing
two)
Go on and count me in, now one, two, three
(Universal how we pen the styles)
(Amp, hit 'em with a one)
Grouch, hit 'em with a one, two
(Go
planetarium disappear
So if Mt Everest doesn't move
I am positive that it will prove
That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka
I would probably move out
Chicken Little scrambling for something to do now
But me a different guy, already felt I died
If life is just a dream then
the fake, clever moves you make
Earthquake, alcohol makes a fire go crazy
Till where nothing can faze me
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
house
All these blessings, green on me like a grouch
Way too sexy
Can't be going out
10 dollar weekends, make it stretch
Hope they don't see me gettin
that revenue
I gotta get it dude chasing that cheddar true
I’m a walking deity and I been going off just recently
You will not be seeing me I’m up sky
racing fast
Tryna figure ya next move but you lacking the cash
But she shaking that ass im distracted
How you so slick with the words its pure practice
No
provocative
Move provocative
Move
When you hear this beat, ma-ade by timothy
Everybody hands go high (go high)
Can ya move that hi-dee-hi? (Hi-hi)
Can
in my grill
They must know that I got bird stashed all up in my grill
Camouflage by the armor all while it's sparkling off my wheels
And I fuck hoes
to say that? Cuz I don’t respect any nigga that act
One way round me and then switch when my back
Is turned
I just sit back and learn
Peep how they move
disappear
So if Mt Everest doesn't move
I am positive that it will prove
That the woman piaba and the man piaba
And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass
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