Mo' Grabba

I can't hang round wit dem boys, they rolling greens
Ain't pop the tag, blew a bag on my jeans
just brag cause I come from rice and beans
I just passed, going fast, Alpina
I go as far as Mopar without the Demon
Push start, more cars, more P's
I could fuck yo bitch while eating rice and peas
Take the fruit cups and the recipes
I do ya grease
Then roll the spliffy extra hot as 3rd degrees

Ain't no difference 'tween a butcher and a Rabbi
Neither see the gates, what a waste on mashallah
Ima roll a spliffy either way, this ain't zaza
Fonto for the taste, then then I add a lil grabba
Grabba
Grabba
Grabba
I need mo' grabba

I was 17 on the mezzanine
Then I went picked up a cup, Tower of Piza
Just met one badder than the bone, Burmese
I took her home straight from a show at Barkley's
I'm in the seas
Feel like Julius I'm conquering the Seas
She keep it 10 toes when she on her knees
Ain't pop the tag, blew a bag on Evisu

Ain't no difference 'tween a butcher and a Rabbi
Neither see the gates, what a waste on mashallah
Ima roll a spliffy either way, this ain't zaza
Fonto for the taste, then then I add a lil grabba
Grabba
Grabba
Grabba
I need mo' grabba
Grabba
Grabba
Grabba
I need mo' grabba



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Writer(s): Imani Luke
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