Lyrics:
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
nonsense
R. Kelly old money trapped in the closet
Wanna do dealings then put in deposit
She said that I'm trippin, no she trippin
They said that I'm
her out, but I just want some sucky suck
My Glock a a minor, Gen 17, can't leave it round R. Kelly
Turn that nigga to a bowling ball, put holes all in
as a youngin was a rebel
Every new year is a bump up to another level
Meditating like a monk, then it’s pedal to the medal
Maybe When I’m a hundred I’ll be
Yung lyfe
Lavishly laid
Magically made
Feel like its automatic
Watch me stack n the shade
Put my feelings aside
Show the game how it’s played
Armor
'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
I'm out here chasin' cream
Go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
Need it by any means
Uh, money the rule
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
foolin'
Up with the pace don't be moving slow
Speed up 'n' get scootin'
Step in the place with bass like fee fi fo
While the bass it bumps we get groovin'
play sponsered cuz they a bunch of scammers
Big ol' bacon he's been grinding all night simulator
Get a bunch of blocks we are gonna grind in Bedwars
I am
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
shit all my khoyas dem are aces
Back like Féderico
Cats like where did he go
Late nights out in the cold
Movie like tings on road
Grind like diddy no
let up
Foot on they neck won't let up
This young nigga be legging
Got a bitch look so good like Megan
He got a 30 he think he Stephen
R. Kelly walk down
But your mama said "Be home by nine!"
Claim you a dealer my n***a you bluffing
Most of these n****s they ain't saying nothing
Then when they talking
on his grind
Back to the rapping, I'm snapping while they're reacting
They're clapping, rappers I'm lapping, split a n**** into 84 fractions, I'm steady
Gang time
You N***** know what time it is
All my life I had to grind for this
Like free lunch
I stood in line for this
No wrinkles in my genes
I got
it's Kells the freaker
Mr. Bump 'n' grind Mr. song of the weeker
R and B singer, Mr. defeater
Sixteen years and still comin' through your speaker
Mr.
Cause this rhyme is done
But my career is not
So yes or no
Are you comin along
With me to the top
B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G
Its the beginning of my fame
And I'm
do the dirty bop
The Darktown Strutter's Ball
Just as long as we don't stop
We'll dance right up the wall
We can do the bump and
Grind The Apache in
Can't die
They ask what me I live by
Gold
My grind, keeps going and I can't stop
They know
My shine diamonds are apartheid
Whoa
I'm fly,
Pac
Hey
What's happenin'
Not motherfuckin' double R, Richie Rich
What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out
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