GrewSum - Saw It Comin' lyrics

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GrewSum - Saw It Comin' lyrics

[Intro] You motherf**ers didn't think I was coming like this huh? Oh, beats crazy, let me tell these motherf**ers who I am [Verse 1] What's my name? What's my name? (Grewsum) Spit hot like you touched the flame Ever since I came it'll bust the same And I still take pride bustin' nuts on dames I'm so perverted (so perverted) Addicted to s**, but nobody's perfect I know this for certain At the stripclub watchin' all my snow bunnies workin' Make obscene music, halloween music Make em bleed music, puff your weed to it Ok? (ok) I think I look like a chinese guy with a case of pinkeye (I'm f**ed up) Still from the mixtape Chug anything don't care other sh** tastes Yeah, don't care other sh** tastes Choke sh** down till I get real sh** faced [Hook] Whatever way I choose to rap Just know it's always bumpin' They movin' to the beat I think I may have started somethin' It's for my people smokin' and them alcoholics buzzin' This came out of no where and I don't think they saw it comin' [Verse 2] What's my name? What's my name? (Darkflow) Hit hard like I punched your brain Matterfact might cut your brain, might f** your dame You f**s I slain, I'm f**ing insane I'm a new breed baby (machete love) Might get through to bang your b**h with Freddy glove Wanna go against me? Then I guess you're dumb But go ahead and step up dog and get you some Why you'd never come around? My spot is not calm My spot just got spawned off rotten.com You've ever came around, I can knock your top off You wanted all to quit but I'm not gon' stop dog Half of you motherf**ers shouldn't spit, you s**s So when you see me in the area you hit the dust Literally I'mma rip you up, tear you open And play a game of tug-of-war with your guts [Hook] [Verse 3] What's my name? (Papa Burgundy) Thinkin' about that hard cause you've might heard of me Maybe on the track with the 3rd Degree If it don't ring a bell you're not concerning me Sssh, hush that vibe, got your girl in my crib on a moustache ride Screamin' like she's singin' in the opera She ain't coming back now, she done met papa, yeah If she deepthroat half, she'll be talking funny If she take it in the a**, she'll be walking funny If she don't do either, I know that she'll be back Quick with the box of profilactis (aha) She don't like weed, she a pot smoker But before she does that, she's a hand stroker Papa Burgundy knows he can poke her The minute that he's done setting up the cam corder [Hook]