(Blaze)
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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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(Chorus)
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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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(Chorus)
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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 somewhere
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Anywhere, ain¡¯t nothin' but thugs in here
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(Chorus)
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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
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Out The Gate
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |