Lyrics:
We mixing hustle and grind
Till the real bags show
The city way we dey so
Abuja way we dey so
You cannot fake it to make it
The city way we dey so
Abj
down to the sole of my feet. I want to bump and grind, and you rock and roll and ride the pony all night long.
Sing
Donu0027t want you money donu0027t
Woo, woo
Don't minimize my grind I've been on
Killin' time since the minute that I signed
You ain't findin' these kicks, these shits is limited
From trials of little school To getting thousands every week
And having pictures by the pool The heated floors are kinda cool
I wanna do it different
weller
Ima grind fo' eva, Ima shine fo' eva
One stop now, Ima get this money
My kids straight, daddy bringin em hunids
Ima gold getter, Ima gold getter
You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine
for sale i had to grind
I got my family used to lobster tail
And if you brought enough cash
Then the shop for sale
This Glock for sale, take it all
'cause them people, i can't stand it
Direct like TV
We don't diss with Instagram-ing
She boosting and she scamming, baby do damage
Do it by herself 'cause
on, hold on
Started losing my mind, who am i to trust
(can't trust nobody)
Start abusing the grind, now a nigga up
(I'm up) telling bitches I know it
about yo money
Hit my line we need to link
I done seen so many phonies
I deal with it by my lonely
All this talking need to stop
If you with it you
couldn't take it
Up and left us almost fucking drove me crazy
How the hell am I supposed to raise these babies by myself
But hey I found a way to make it
Living one day at a time, trying to take things as they come
Looking ahead while falling behind, living one day at a time
The daily grind is more
I got a lot of money nigga
I'ma shine regardless nigga
I'ma ride 'Rari nigga
Fuck nigga, lil nigga, nigga
Nigga I'm grind for my family nig
I'ma
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dani'
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin'
chin-chilla covas, on my G-Unit sweata (Yeah!!)
On Tuesdays and Thursdays they say tha vikes rollin'
We see 'em ride by, but we act like we don't know 'em
They
open and you out to lunch and left us two
Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash
We in the big numbers, count 'em all
Ain't no second
to the top let me steer
It's gettin' near, it's gettin' near
It's in the clear, it's in the clear
There's a big bad bag by my
Feet so I ran it up
Make a little
bags
Tell 'em I stay on my grind like I had permanent fronts
Say I kill multiple games, AAU tournament stunts
Woo, I'm turning me up
Been lowkey
the big faces
Catchin' murder cases, hood erasers
Paper chasers
With the 98, sittin' on steakes
Ballin' in the bay with the Tek to place
[E-Rock of the 5th
gots to cook coke in the kitchen
Police everywhere like
Grindin' brothers up on street sweeps
You guilty by association
Raise bail, don't give 'em no
motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight
Screw who you want to screw cause bitch I'm fuckin' your momma
And bitch by the way she told me she pregnant
And havin' a baby some year so gain
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