Lyrics:
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"
rebound shit
On some heart break shit
You be my main, you on my mind
Cause baby you gorgeous
You know my grind
You know she's gorgeous
You know my grind
You
(Na na na) Jedu ten grind od rána
(Na na na) Jedu hustle gang shit yeah
(Na na na) Jambára jedu od rána
(Jambára) Lítaj všude jako fucking spitfire
Ohhhh
Laaaaaaaa
Wake up, grind (Oh)
On my mind
I can't hide, right on time (Oh)
Wake up, grind (Oh)
On my mind
I can't hide, right on time (Oh)
Wake
and the grind never stop
Take your time for me
I just want you here and be loyal to me
When the world gets real and you're coming to me
Keep that thing by the hip
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
me wine for me
Tic toc come grind pon me grind pon me
Tic toc u look so amazing
Body so tight Come n Wine pon me baby
Tic toc come wine for me wine for
World gonna end in fire n ice
But I'm too flashy, I'm too nice
If baby want it she just say the price
She gonna cut up on me
While she roll her eyes,
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
Bacardi and lime
(Baby Sham)
Spliff, I feel this way
If it's for my squad, let's play
Back him 'gainst the door
Patch his body with gauze
Mop up
Blond haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California
Blonde haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California
If u no like
We no dey biz ooo
Yeah yeah
We dey collect your girl
With the flex ooo
Chorus
Whine for me girl
Ooh my baby won’t you grind for me girl
know you can always call on me
Your my eye candy
And nothing's greater than your love
[Baby Bash]
I got some Don Perion before we start to carry
I been on my grind
Working overtime
Tryna get the game right
I been on my grind
Working overtime
No sleep through the day night
I been on my grind
I
by the strand
Get away lil boy you fuckin wit a grown man
Ughh
Fast forward time and im still on the grind bitch
Fast forward time and im still
I've been too humble, baby
I love to spoil you, baby
My time is money, gotta grind to get it back
I've been too humble, baby
I love to spoil you,
look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by
want another one
Baby, 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
that come with
the weak, the wack, the words, they're poor
I thrash bash clash mash and ten more
Blow up the scenery, I reign supremer, see
You need
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
Blond haired baby standing by the road
A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone
Said go to California (go to California)
Go to California (go
les montants
Ma chérie, baby wine, faut que j'déstresse (Baby wine slowly)
C'est la miff tu sais que j'dois bless (J'ramène les mapessa)
On ramène tout
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