Lyrics:
Bossilini
What a nigga want?
Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need?
No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live?
High speed on the grind
And how
us on the be -Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales
inch, gut from the front and
Grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin' like she dyin'
Make her come four
inch, gut from the front and
Grind from the side and, fuck from behind and
Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin' like she dyin'
Make her come four
Don't want to leave a bed
With a warm body in it
But when the numbers come to flood my head
I have to float on behind
To the grind
Of the phone
I remember those days when I had big money
Never checked the price it just all came to me
But now a days I'll be pinchin' every penny
Five star
I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending
Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach
Like Roscoe why you *grind* so hard? I'm like I'm
dropped more pounds then maternity wards
And got the gold chain from the gudda awards Yup!
We like that trunk knockin'
Roll by them ladies jockin'
We
we stayed on our grind
One day we gon' shine, one day we gon' sign
One day we gon' get paid for writin' these cold ass rhymes
And since that day has
T
Walk with a limp, it's some pimp in me
I stay one up, aint no pimpin' me
Ima grind 'til the death, to the end of me
I'm wishing death on all my enemies
That money in my mattress, that's for the re-up, for my package
Big Ball stay throwed, only pause for the grind
I get stoned like them white boys, gone
blood and muscle,
In happy valley, drama always buzzing, let me grind and hustle,
And you texting thru IG sayin past is a big kerfuffle?,
I mean ur
at me with your big brown eyes
I got the goosies and the butterflies
You sent my candy heart into overdrive
So please don’t pay it no mind
She
and Eddy, yeah, the trio of dummies
I swear when DD fucked with Dexter man that shit wasn’t funny
I had VHS types they was the best
We lived by the Bounty
got boys who wanna do me
Who know how to use the toolie
That’ll get you in your knees like I’m fucking Jeff Gillooly
I knew you was a coward by
(Intro)
I been fighting these demons. by any means, she said i love you, but baby please, please just don't lie, inside my mind, stuck in my grind
Big Brodie gettin rich I ain’t saying who wit you snitch get dubed get flipped . Play boy got my own lil got his first pair of Jordan’s he ain’t been
They was on the gram talking shit about me
I ain't stressing these hoes ain't got no grip like me
They say they got a stylist but this drip by me
loose
I think I’ve lost my mind think I’m the highest in the room
Lil shordy she fuck with the kid
She see that I’m makin it big
All out I be makin them
Women seek you
Block em out I'm in I'm on
My grind my mom Is broke I'm lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
I'm smokin hard Punched holes in walls
I
get my dreams custom made like Prada
Maybe one or two shows out up in Ghana
Knew it was coming but this shit took me by surprise
Boy don dey hustle
big rocks nah it aint a stretch
Please
Iceman Ruru do the best
Freeze
Caution niggas left a mess
These
Certified by a vet
Iceman
Iceman
Iceman
Iceman
I
really in it
I been opening some doors but only by a couple inches
They've been after my neck so they put me on a hit list like they're trying to kill time
Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in
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