Lyrics:
Living in a space age raceway ay
Black papers and the flowers
Space wasting it for hours
Tastes amazing but it's sour
Living in a space age raceway ay
Mr Rogers, Mr Rogers
Had to gas up the Grand Nash'
To go and bend the block
(Bend the block, bend the block
Bend the block)
Had to gas up the Grand
4 grand get ya ho on da line
In da hood ho niggas act funny
Only real niggas really get to touch cash money
I will attack and you don't want that
amazing/
Don't speak the same language but when we together it's like we one nation/
Bend her ass over the couch while keeping the blunt in rotation/
Pull
LIGHTNING ON A SUBMARINE
Menaced is the servant with a master for a friend; complicated is the job that never ends.
Santa for Anita in the raceway
We made a mill off a trap phone
(We got London on da Track!) I heard shawty got that ooh
Yeah, ayy
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's
Straight to make ya and then bend ya
I don't know where to even begin with ya
But when I fuck up the fun, fun
And I, come up with my cunts, cunts
You
Yoo, yeah, sweet girl
Kobi pun de riddim
Shake, shake, shake like a cymbal
Bend over make them two cheeks jingle
Shake, shake, shake like a cymbal
nigga, I floor it
Grand Hustle like Tip, making these flips, stacking my fortune
Won't break, won't bend, niggas can't win, might as well forfeit
Big 4's
Reverence is what we say
Heads high we all proudly stand
We think this class is grand
Step side feet together
Bend over and straight
Step side feet together
Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store
Sellin' everything from rubber bands to leather coats
Swear to God I never change, jealous niggas never
Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store
Sellin' everything from rubber bands to leather coats
Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz never
every hoe
Grand Hustle on everything, P$C in every store
Sellin everything from rubberbands to leather coats
Swear to God I never change, jealous niggaz
Bend over and tell me you love me
Bend over and tell me you love me
And we both can be counting this money
And we both can be counting this money
Nobody said that
Yeah they can't say that
Nobody said the Grand Canyon
Happened overnight
Cause they can't say that
Yeah the scars say that
That the river
raised by the G code
Don't bend, nigga don't fold
My uncle taught me how to scrape the bowl
And my auntie still smokin' blow
Came from nothin', nigga
wit these damn
Play wit these Damn
Nouns n pronouns
Uh Huh
Til they pay me 100 Grand
U don't understand
Im gonna win
Always grind it out until the end
Fall in love with my words
Not my complexion
If that's not scripture
I don't know what is
I don't know what is
My will can't bend
Attend the circus
そしていつの日か grand jete
Takes her leap to the world
世界に羽ばたけ
Take one step back and
catch your breath
Raise your right arm and bend
Your wrist and
point it
Everytime i pop it - Lil nigga it's a grand
Don't stop what ya want
Don't stop make it jump
Don't stop throw some more
Don't stop bend it over & buss it
5’4 26 long hair juicy lips pretty titties thick
Thighs pigeon toed you the shit bend it over
Pop that shit show them who they fucking with
Make
love me, get loose
No Grey Goose, if you don't get loose
Get up out the coupe if you won't get loose
Bend it over, reach for yo toe, get loose
Hold
to NASA
200 Miles on the dash
Gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapid
We the ones that kept it cool
With all these niggas
d.o.v.m.a.n
Grand Town champion, Grenadian
Born and raised to win I’m skilled to kill
Instincts grimey, never scared of them
May God bless all those who wish me
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