Grite
• Written by Anonymous
Yo
Uh, where do I begin
Yeah I just started rappin
Not doin much nobody's got me trappin
Sittin in my room contemplating fappin
But really I'm just chillin nappin
People look at me like a mannequin
I'm sitting here thinking 'man you can'
Realizing I ain't got no fans again
Realizing I ain't no 10 for 10
So lets pour up that Gin again
Fill it up like it's 2010,
Colder than lake Michigan
Chillin like I'm Gilligan
Yeah we gettin trill again
So drink up and let me fill you in
Story of a young man, by the name of Shven
Its about a certain she
In a certain grade, lets call it 3
I ain't know shit about my peepee
when I saw her I was dead meat
4 years forward in the 7th grade
Boy I thought I had it made,
then it blew up,and she flew up
Nice features, and big ass.
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