Letra de Grippy - Cash Cobain

(Feat. J. Cole)

She like my kick game

And when you me, you don't kick game

I put her front row at the Knick game

Now she in my phone with a nickname

It's, it's, it's, hmm (Mmm)

Grippy

Yeah (Gvrlnd, I'm rockin' with this one)

Grippy, huh

Grippy, I call her that 'cause it's grippy

She thick in the hips, she a hippie

And she thick in the lips, she gon' lick me

And she sendin' a flick when she hit me

With a kissy emoji, she miss me

When she see me, she say she gon' strip me

She gon' chew on this stick like it's Wrigley's

Mm, yeah, believe it or not like Ripley's

She said she was gay until I slayed, now she strictly dickly

As soon as she page, I'm on the way, and I be showin' up quickly

On the highway, I'm doin' a hundred-and-fifty

Like, I gotta get you up out of them Vickies, uh, like

Pussy so good, I just had an epiphany

It's grippy and wet, you know I'm a vet, but you makin' me feel like a rookie

How you make me tap out so swiftly?

But I'm back for the second-round victory

I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave with your homies Sabrina and Tiffany

I was thinkin' like, "Damn, your whole clique bad"

But I wanted your body specifically, hmm

Like, I'm tryna see how that glove gon' fit me, hmm

Like, I wanna feel like I'm touchin' your kidneys, hmm

Like, bitch, I'ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm

I'ma pay a lil' extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm

She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh

She a what? She a what? She a grippy

Destiny, I'm tryna give you the best of me

I wanna kill it like rest in peace

Eat on that pussy like it was a recipe, like

Shanti, I wanna make you a mommy

You look good as a redhead, dreadhead

Black hair, pink hair, blondie, like

Zari, I know I be on your body

Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie

You let me hit, I'ma buss your scalotti, like damn

Mia, I cannot wait 'til I see ya

I cannot wait 'til I eat ya

You got a nigga, then I wanna be him, like damn

Jada, you know I would never play ya

Can I put you on my face, love?

I want your pussy now and want it later, like

Kayla, got a body like you Wayda

Can I put you on my face, love?

That pussy creamy, call you mashed potatoes, like

China, you got that good ol' vagina, uh

I gotta find ya

I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn

Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one

I wanna, mm, never mind, love

Fuck that, I want parts of your vagina, like damn

Toni, I know that shit macaroni

I wanna be more than homies

Give me that pussy, don't be acting phony, like

Onny, you the opposite of boney

Can you ride it like a pony?

Whenever you want it, mommy, you can call me, like

TNT, I wanna have us a three-v-three

Make it a movie, DVD

All of us got our phones on DND, like damn

Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a Bnb

Polishers like the eatery

None of these others niggas ever seein' me

Marni, Marni

I don't wanna talk 'bout Marni

I don't think that I should talk 'bout Marni

Fuck it, I'ma talk 'bout Marni

You piss my bitches off like a potty

Can't keep these niggas off of your body

I wanna put it all in your body

Wanna get in your drawers 'til my dick is soft, let my dick dissolve in your body

I got that different talk

If a nigga say that he don't want you, then he gets lotti, like damn

Mmm

Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm

Jess, we could make a mess, tss

I got something I must confess, tss

I wanna see you get undressed, for sure

I'm 'bout to send you my address

Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

Oh, oh-oh

And when in doubt, got me figured out, can't forget about

Millie, I wanna fuck your body 'til you dizzy

Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty

I'm 'bout to call your phone, so come get with me

Know you don't drink, can you sip me?

I want your face, you so pretty

I got a thing for your titties

I wanna eat your body like a ten-piece, damn

Like a ten-piece McNugget, baby, for sure (Yeah)

For sure

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