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Swiss Cheese - GRIP (Ft. TU!)
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Swiss Cheese GRIP (Ft. TU!)

Swiss Cheese - GRIP (Ft. TU!)
[Verse 1: GRIP]
My soul bleedin' from beatin' up demons beneath the surface
I'm the freak from the circus that's eatin' from inkin' these verses
Keep the heat for the leeches and serpents, creepin' and lurkin'
Immediate urgent, in need of a surgeon, just to cease all the leakin' and squirtin' the day that you meet me in person
Drinkin' this bourbon, vehicle swervin', avoiding the median
I can't tell if you're an MC or a comedian 'cause I keke every time they put your CD in

[Pre-Chorus: GRIP]
Okay, according to the hand on my tick tock, Grip got hip-hop in a Ziploc
Big Glock, wanna lick shots? If not, kick rocks
I continue on to the tip top, uh, no such thing as a pit stop, bitch, hop

[Chorus: Ahyes]
Off a nigga dick, please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick, bitch, please
Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese
Off a nigga dick, please
Nothing come between the green
Hit a lick, bitch, please
Pull up on ya, Swiss cheese

[Interlude]
Hey, your boy already know what the fuck goin' on, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Nigga in this bitch and the hood nigga bust down on me, nigga
Ain't no nigga finna run up on me
Aye, bro, why that car goin' so slow? Oh, shit
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