Grippy Lyrics – Cash Cobain

Read the full Grippy lyrics by Cash Cobain and J. Cole along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cash Cobain’s music, you can also explore Trippin on a Yacht and Sick and Tired, two other songs by Cash Cobain.

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
She like my kick game
And when you me, you don’t kick game
I put her front row at the Knick game
Now she in my phone with a nickname
It’s, it’s, it’s, hmm (Mmm)
Grippy
Yeah (Gvrlnd! I’m rocking with this one)
Grippy, huh
Grippy, I call her that ’cause it’s grippy
She thick in the hips, she a hippie
And she thick in the lips, she gon’ lick me
And she sending a flick when she hit me
With a kissy emoji, she miss me
When she see me, she say she gon’ strip me
She gon’ chew on this stick like it’s Wrigley’s
Mm, yeah, believe it or not like Ripley’s
She said she was gay until I slayed, now she strictly d!ckly
As soon as she page, I’m on the way, and I be showing up quickly
On the highway, I’m doing a hundred-and-fifty
Like, I gotta get you up out of them Vickies, uh, like
Pu*sy so good, I just had an epiphany
It’s grippy and wet, you know I’m a vet, but you making me feel like a rookie
How you make me tap out so swiftly?
But I’m back for the second round victory
I remember I saw you on Fifth Ave with your homies Sabrina and Tiffany
I was thinking like, “Damn, your whole clique bad”
But I wanted your body specifically, hmm
Like, I’m tryna see how that glove gon’ fit me, hmm
Like, I wanna feel like I’m touching your kidneys, hmm
Like, b!tch, I’ma send all your kids to Disney, hmm
I’ma pay a lil’ extra, make sure they meet Mickey, hmm
She a what? She a what? She a grippy, huh (Mmm)
She a what? She a what? She a grippy

[Verse 2: Cash Cobain]
Destiny, I’m tryna give you the best of me

I wanna kill it like rest in peace
Eat on that pu*sy like it was a recipe, like
Shanti, I wanna make you a m*mmy
You look good as a redhead, dreadhead
Black hair, pink hair, blondie, like
Zari, I know I be on ya body
Not Meg Thee Stallion, but you a hottie
You let me hit I’ma buss ya scalotti, like damn
Mia, I cannot wait ’til I see ya
I cannot wait ’til I eat ya
You got a n!gga then I wanna be him, like damn
Jada, you know I would never play ya
Can I put you on my face, love
I want ya pu*sy now and want it later, like
Kayla, got a body like you Wayda
Can I put you on my face love
That pu*sy creamy call you mash potatoes, like
China, You got that good up vagina
I gotta, find ya
I gotta hit one more time to remind ya, like damn
Niyah, you the quiet, you the shy one
I wanna, mm, nevermind love
Fu*k that, I want parts of ya vagina, like damn
Toni, I know that s*it macaroni
I wanna be more than homies
Gimme that pu*sy don’t be acting phony, like
Onny, you the opposite of boney
Can you ride it like a pony?
Whenever you want it m*mmy, you could call me, like
TNT, I wanna have us a 3v3
Make it a movie, DVD
All of us got our phones on DND, like damn
Tiq the freak, Destiny, Lexi, I got a BNB
Polishers, like the eatery
None of these others n!ggas ever seeing me
Marni, Marni, I don’t wanna talk about Marni
I don’t think that I should talk about Marni, fu*k it, I’ma talk about Marni
You piss my b!tches off like a potty
Can’t get these n!ggas off of your body
I wanna put it all in your body
Wanna get in ya draws ’til my d!ck is soft, now my d!ck is off in ya body
I got that different talk
If a n!gga say that he don’t want you then he get gizz lotti, like damn

[Bridge: Cash Cobain]
Mmmh
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmh

[Verse 3: Cash Cobain]
Jess, we could make a mess, tss
I got something I must confess, tss
I wanna see you get undressed, for sure
I’m bout to send you my address
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
And when it in doubt, got me figured out, can’t forget about
Millie, I wanna fu*k your body ’til you’re dizzy
Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty
I’m about to call your phone so come get with me
Know you don’t drink, can you sip me?
I want ya face, you so pretty, I got a thing for your titties
I wanna eat your body like a ten piece, damn

[Outro: Cash Cobain]
Like a ten-piece McNugget, baby, for sure, yeah
For sure