
Grandmas and Grandpas South Park Mexican (Ft. Harry Potter, J-Soto, K-Luv, Nevan, Shadow Ramirez, Sherry Williams & Vic Demone)
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[Intro: Sherry Williams]
Grandmas, Grandpas
I wish I had y'all with me, yeah...
[Verse 1: SPM]
I'm locked up just like I got the game
It don't make, put the blunt to the flame
Blow smoke down the drain, guess it never changes
Write to my babies, sleep with the angels
Gabriel and Michael, everywhere that I go
Mark-ass niggas tryna take away my title
I'm idle and calm as I'm reading the Pslam
Peace to the Christians, peace to Islam
I'm tryin' to respond from here to Hong Kong
Haters on the sidelinеs with they pom poms
In my long johns with them Harris County sandals
This is for the singlе moms and for all the Grandmas
Life is in shambles
Remain in his strength, in the face of hate hold on to ya faith
It'll be greater later, that's an infinite promise
I'm not tryna give advice, I'm just tryna be honest
[Chorus: Sherry Williams]
Grandmas, Grandmas and Grandpas, holding your hand's all I need, I wish I had y'all, with me, whoa woo-woo
[Verse 2: Vic DeMone]
It's Vic DeMone on the microphone, County Boy one nigga, life is on
I write this song, for my Hood and G's, can I get my scratch and could I please
Have a brighter future, the game is crucial, just gimme the cash bitch
I won't shoot you, my ghetto is crying, my friends is dying
And all I can do is keep on trying
Grandmas, Grandpas
I wish I had y'all with me, yeah...
[Verse 1: SPM]
I'm locked up just like I got the game
It don't make, put the blunt to the flame
Blow smoke down the drain, guess it never changes
Write to my babies, sleep with the angels
Gabriel and Michael, everywhere that I go
Mark-ass niggas tryna take away my title
I'm idle and calm as I'm reading the Pslam
Peace to the Christians, peace to Islam
I'm tryin' to respond from here to Hong Kong
Haters on the sidelinеs with they pom poms
In my long johns with them Harris County sandals
This is for the singlе moms and for all the Grandmas
Life is in shambles
Remain in his strength, in the face of hate hold on to ya faith
It'll be greater later, that's an infinite promise
I'm not tryna give advice, I'm just tryna be honest
[Chorus: Sherry Williams]
Grandmas, Grandmas and Grandpas, holding your hand's all I need, I wish I had y'all, with me, whoa woo-woo
[Verse 2: Vic DeMone]
It's Vic DeMone on the microphone, County Boy one nigga, life is on
I write this song, for my Hood and G's, can I get my scratch and could I please
Have a brighter future, the game is crucial, just gimme the cash bitch
I won't shoot you, my ghetto is crying, my friends is dying
And all I can do is keep on trying
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