Lyrics:
life too serious
I'm done with the grief an mourning
I was all bout money, drugs
No DT cuh the cats keep calling
People had to wait on me
On my grind
the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
I took my baby to the doctor with a fever
But nothin' he found
By the time this hit the street
Its the Great
LRE
Hustle and Grind Hustle and Grind aye
Get off yo ass make ends meet(so You can eat)
Cuz yo demons on yo ass won't Take defeat(tryna
Ayy
Third shift, come on man
You know you gon' see me shine
Let me shine, baby let me shine
It doesn't matter what day it is
I'ma still grind as long
Say what's on your mind, I already know
I can read your eyes, see your body sign
(Every sign you give baby) with a little bump and grind
Nothing
it was
No harm, no foul, no commitment, no vows
Baby your contract, or two or by that time, I am already tide up the way you like it
Oooooooh
No
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
one of a kind
Uh, yeah
My name is Logic, if you don't know by now, I'm always on my grind
And at this moment in time, I'm on a road when I write
wind on me i'ma wind on you
Grind on me i'ma grind on you
Put your hands on me got my hands on you
What you wanna do baby what you wanna do
Wind on me
wind on me i'ma wind on you
Grind on me i'ma grind on you
Put your hands on me got my hands on you
What you wanna do baby what you wanna do
Wind on me
a playa by nature, but I'm a hustla by trade
You need to roll with Baby Bash in the Escalade
We big tippers, syrup sippers, bird flippers
I'm the one
next spring
When the bash is over, I'll tell you what I'm going to do
I got my trailer picked out, gonna move it down to Grandview
I got this 28 by
no uhhh
I can’t take no time off
Yea
I’m sorry baby this grind 24/7...
FLIGHT FLIGHT FLIGHT
Hmm hmmm
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Wasting no time
Focused on bettering mine
I gotta wake up and grind
Nah I ain't telling no lies
Independent but
tell my baby i be home
Soon
I got to grind and put the time in,
Somehow im gonna double up.
Soon
I got to grind and put the time in,
I tell my baby i
Yeah
I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
Grind on while
Snap ya fingers
Snap ya fingers
Snap ya fingers
I know
Yeah, I know you waitin' on another one
So girl here go the other one
And grind on me while ya snap ya fangas
Snap ya fangas, snap ya fangas
I
, grind
How she know her values is filled up
With all the right stuff?
Baby, use your brain
I could fill it with things to think of
I put the core inside
Shoot me some work (Some work)
And I'm a shoot you some getback
So you can say
"Baby Bash, yeah, he did that"
That's on my buds
I always paid
What the fuck is this shit?
Baby, you see this shit?
It's like some, it's like some walkin' dead mother fuckers
(You will not replace us)
(You
want another one
Baby you're sexy come undress me,
Oh boy, cause you turn me on
When you grind up on me,
Love up on me, touch up on me
Do it once again,
my music bjouj katsafrou bia lfo9
Tayer f high life
Kantfekrek by night
Ila jbedtk f my vibe
Yak geltlik matk3aysh
Mashi lkhatri talef
Bash ndir lik
weapon and I quickly start bustin'
I go, cold loco lay 'em down by the dozen
I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's
Shawty is into me, she let me crash, two-person party, we havin' a bash
What you think all this Julio for?
She told me, "Go lock up the studio doors"
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