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Mr. Grinch Video (MV)




Performed By: Riqo $uav
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Tariq Tate




Riqo $uav - Mr. Grinch Lyrics
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You're a mean one, shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When you hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun, come on
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga or his bitch
I Only care about all this green, I'm like the f*ckin Grinch
I'm ballin' now, but can't forget when I was
On the bench We bloin loud up in the back and you can
Smell the stench
It's Christmas time, I'm the type to come
And wrap it up I don't wanna have to be the one to slap
Him up I ain't never have to be the one to dap him
Up I got niggas in the trenches, probably clap
Him up Gucci's on, yeah, she got it with the red
Bottoms When it come to Santa, I don't want a hear bout him
Mrs. Claus, I found a place where you don't
Need your ring Christmas shit, I got your bitch and she
Jump on my dick It's like the AMC, okay, it's lonely at the
Top, but it's the place to be And she's a treesh, she's a phony, what she claim to be
I heard they got a lot to say, but they won't say it to me
Like you're a mean one, shortly hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When she hop up on a stick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun, come on
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga or his bitch I just wanna hear him screamin' like a f*ckin
Bitch I'm ballin' now, but can't forget when I was
On the bench We blowin loud up in the back and you can
Smell the stench Not the type to lie about it, but you cry about
It When it come to takin' shit, I'm like the pioneer
When it come to hatin' shit, my nigga, I am him
I'm the reason why she poppin' when she's out, uh
Ballin' now, but I am not the type to pay your rent
And I can never be a step-dad nigga, f*ck them kids
I'm just that nigga that be tryin' to get inside your ribs
I'm stealin' shit, I'm dressed like Santa, run inside your crib
Don't talk to me if you don't wanna take that walk with me
My dog Max, be just as pissed, he just be barkin' at me
My whole objective is for Whoville to just not be happy
He talkin' crazy in the back, I don't wanna hear him yappin
Let's get his ass a f*ckin' stocking just for all that cappin
You don't wanna see me now, but you can't hate me now
I'm the type to get it up and never give a f*ck
And you the type to give it up, come on
You're a mean one, shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When she hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun
Come on, you're a mean one
Shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When she hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're not rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun
Come on
Mr. Grinch, you really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a..
Greasy black eel
Body bag, nigga
Merry Christmas, niggas
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You're a mean one, shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When you hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun, come on
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga or his bitch
I Only care about all this green, I'm like the f*ckin Grinch
I'm ballin' now, but can't forget when I was
On the bench We bloin loud up in the back and you can
Smell the stench
It's Christmas time, I'm the type to come
And wrap it up I don't wanna have to be the one to slap
Him up I ain't never have to be the one to dap him
Up I got niggas in the trenches, probably clap
Him up Gucci's on, yeah, she got it with the red
Bottoms When it come to Santa, I don't want a hear bout him
Mrs. Claus, I found a place where you don't
Need your ring Christmas shit, I got your bitch and she
Jump on my dick It's like the AMC, okay, it's lonely at the
Top, but it's the place to be And she's a treesh, she's a phony, what she claim to be
I heard they got a lot to say, but they won't say it to me
Like you're a mean one, shortly hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When she hop up on a stick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun, come on
I don't give a f*ck about a nigga or his bitch I just wanna hear him screamin' like a f*ckin
Bitch I'm ballin' now, but can't forget when I was
On the bench We blowin loud up in the back and you can
Smell the stench Not the type to lie about it, but you cry about
It When it come to takin' shit, I'm like the pioneer
When it come to hatin' shit, my nigga, I am him
I'm the reason why she poppin' when she's out, uh
Ballin' now, but I am not the type to pay your rent
And I can never be a step-dad nigga, f*ck them kids
I'm just that nigga that be tryin' to get inside your ribs
I'm stealin' shit, I'm dressed like Santa, run inside your crib
Don't talk to me if you don't wanna take that walk with me
My dog Max, be just as pissed, he just be barkin' at me
My whole objective is for Whoville to just not be happy
He talkin' crazy in the back, I don't wanna hear him yappin
Let's get his ass a f*ckin' stocking just for all that cappin
You don't wanna see me now, but you can't hate me now
I'm the type to get it up and never give a f*ck
And you the type to give it up, come on
You're a mean one, shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When she hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're now rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun
Come on, you're a mean one
Shorty hop up in the whip, yeah, you're a bad one
When she hop up on this dick, yeah, you're a foul one
You're not rockin' with the Grinch, yeah, you're a treesh hun
Come on
Mr. Grinch, you really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a..
Greasy black eel
Body bag, nigga
Merry Christmas, niggas
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Writer: Tariq Tate
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