The Grubsters - ANTHEM. Lyrics

Yeah
Tell 'em wassup Sweey
You in the dungeon now boy
The skeletons will feast
Grubsters Unite

Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, ahh
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Bitch i'm Grubbin' like a mothaf*cka' (mothaf*cka')
Bitch i'm Grubbin' like a mothaf*cka' (mothaf*cka')
I'm suckin' like a mothaf*cka'
What (ahh)
Uh, f*ckin' like a mothaf*cka'
Uh, what, suck it like a mothaf*cka'
Yeah, yeah, suck it like a mothaf*cka'
This the typa song that make yo grandma wanna squirt
That bitch wanted a painting, so I finished on her shirt (that's art)
I can't tell if you hatin', or if you trying to flirt
I bought my bitch Balenciaga, and one of them Birks
That bitch stupid as hell, she might as well be off them percs (percathons)
Is it a ten?
Or is it a 30?
Takin' yo bitch, man she actin' so dirty

I had no other choice, uh
I left that bitch moist
I had to rejoice
Pulled up in a Rolls-Royce
Flexing all my new toys
I had no choice

But ya' sprayed in the cities
Okay
I'm on the rooftop, watching the town
I see the old people, they go around
I'm on the rooftop, it lookin' nice
Take my chances but I ain't rollin' no dice
F*ck a bitch (uh, yeah, yeah)
F*ck a bitch and I don't even care (nah)
I got my own lair, you bitches where? (what?)
Man I like medium-rare
I got my own tower
Scout out the town
Watching people go, round and around
Got my Batmobile, chasin' criminals
No I don't ever sleep in the city
No second chances cause I ain't givin' pity (f*ck you)
I'm Grubbin' all night cause I ain't feelin' shitty
Grub
Grub
Grub (grub)
Grub (grub)
Grub (grub)
Grub (grub)
Grub (grub)
Grub (grub)
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