A Couple Grand Lyrics
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A Couple Grand Lyricsby Yung Joc Buy album CD: Other Songs F - W A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand A couple gran, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand Verse 1 Watch him die slow, and then his eyes roll In da back of his head now his body cold A couple gran, a couple shots, a couple drip drops, now ya leakin won't stop Bitch im da man, just ask block, shots rain out, u can hear em from a couple blocks Bitch wats my name? call me yung joc, I got a great aim, all I need is one shot Errbody talkin in my neighborhood, I got great lawyers, cuz my paper good, Leave ya body riddled, weazin and coughin, hear bout it live, fox 5, and monica coffman U fuck wit mine, I cross ya lifeline, im a graffiti artist, paint chalk out outlines And the worst part,is im not a coward, visit yo wake and give ya momma dead flowers A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand A couple gran, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand Verse 2 This is not a movie, no reruns, all sales final, no refunds Once I make the payment, the hits out, im not jeezy I aint swappin shit out First I tell him, were I want it done, in the backyard right in front of his son Then I tell him, were to drop him off, in the chattahoochie wit his dick chopped off [damn!] Yes dats harsh, but it's well deserve, feed his ass to the sharks for orderves No remorse, no pity, this can happen to you in new jock city A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand A couple gran, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand Verse 3 I got a couple killas, got a great choppa, blast through ya fool,shit ya guts leak out, The sheriff call ya momma, and she freak out, got a hit meant fo her, dial yo momma speed dial Oooo it aint nutn, but a call away, come home and find yo baby sista in the hallway 9-1-1, but it's too late, she lookin like a maxi-pad bleeding through da duck tape A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand A couple gran, price tag on ya head, on ya head, on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head, price tag on ya head A couple gran, price tag on ya head leave ya layin were ya stand
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