Dumb Tokyo – ¿Any Grapes?

Dumb Tokyo – ¿Any Grapes? Lyrics

Artist: Dumb Tokyo
Song: ¿Any Grapes?

That n#gg# pissed himself so i turned him to the lemonade man
Walk him down walk that n#gg# to the lemonade stand
Makin music in detention call it lemonade plan
Sour mouth yeah i know you a lemonade fan

Like a teacher you know i got all the answers
How the f#ck you make fun of one your manz who had cancer
On the feet
b#tch you know i’m boutta beat my meat (haha)

Runnin through this b#tch yeah i’m sleek (ayyee)
Shoot a n#gg# right in his sleep
Then i will f#ck his b#tch in her spline
I’ll break her back n#gg#

Why you cap n#gg#
We got hella racks n#gg#
Where yo strap n#gg#
Pull yo mac then you get poppеd

I take your sh#t and kill your opps
Yo house bettеr be locked
Or you will be shocked
Wit my f#cking glock

I ain’t got any grapes
But i got many dracs
I f#ck your b#tch and take her to l.a
Me and my n#gg# zay will cut you like blade

We big brothers like josh and drake
No logan and jake
Leave yo body by the lake
Next to yo body is a f#cking drac

We will make it look like a suicide
My new b#tch is my ride or die
Like bonnie and clyde
We will let you decide

How you wanna die
We can cut you up or shoot down
Paint yo face wit yo blood make look like a clown
Hold yo breath you might drown

Tape his so he don’t make a sound
These bullets be loud
I might attract crowd
You will go above the clouds

And if i got to i will shoot the whole crowd
Tell god i said hello
And if you go below ask satan when will i go
Before i will give him a show

I gotta new scope
When cops show up i gotta go
You n#gg#s real slow must be retarded
Her p#ss# stank so bad i thought she farted

Like a green lizard i’m cold hearted
That n#gg# pissed himself so i turned him to the lemonade man
Walk him down walk that n#gg# to the lemonade stand
Makin music in detention call it lemonade plan

Sour mouth yeah i know you a lemonade fan
Like a teacher you know i got all the answers
How the f#ck you make fun of one your manz who had cancer
On the feet

b#tch you know i’m boutta beat my meat (haha)
Runnin through this b#tch yeah i’m sleek (ayyee)
Shoot a n#gg# right in his sleep
You thought i’m done

I’m at a party wit some b#tches bring a gun
She be like “tokyo why the f#ck you be so dumb”
Well b#tch don’t chew on my dick it ain’t gum
A n#gg# walked up wit a gun in his hand

And he said to the man
“run me some hands”
b#tch bow bow bow bow bow bow
n#gg#

The man said “no we got ars an nades, we only got gorillas we don’t f#ck wit no apes”
I bet that b#tch p#ss# black cus she f#ckin vape
I heard she got daddy issues cus she got…,
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From the album:
Reseda Beach [Explicit]
Release Year: 2012