Lyrics:
Always on the grind
I shine time after time
This is the prelude to the might of rhyme
Now you going to feel
What it feels like
To come from my
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
gon get em by any means
Ain't no right time, just grab the moment
Take out your rage on your opponents
Smoke that green, make sure it's potent
Swim good
on big nigga
Prayer to myself, I pray i get bigger
It's no competition but I pray I do better
Count your blessings make you name them one by one
This
It's Grind time baby all day all night
Learjet mentality ready to take flight
Do this for the hustlers
Do this for the strugglers
Do this for my
bout bags, and show us the plan, and times it by two.
All you need is a mask, make plenty of grand, what you tryin' to do
Hustle, hustle, grind, grind
my pocket
Like I brought the Crips out
If we gon' fuck, then keep it on the hush
Don't run your big mouth, bitch, just keep it zip
I got a zip,
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
a big o'l bed to fuck you and all of your friends
I'm finna finish in first never in last
We don't love keke we only love cash
I'm finna grind
I'm
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
nasty girl
You know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl
All the ladies if you hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
I love ma
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
like I'm Kobe
Greendale for the ones on hokey pokey
Big boy, light em up watch the flame take over
Make it burn so it don't get sober
Feel the heat
your mind, you hearin greatness if you listen
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle man they love my grind
They love my hustle
n****z stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man
N**** just waitin' for the champagne
And 'cause that's me
(What ya gonna do
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
[B.G.]
a Nematoad
Shut the fuck up
Or just like a patty we grilling you up
You niggas like Patrick
You funny and dumb
You niggas is amateur
Learn some more stuff
Your
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
the race (bout it)
You chasing face I claim the case
Rearrange your face while I'm lacing bass
Just lay some waste tsunami waves (big waves)
I'm hardly
and lil' slim in here.
Shit, Craig be , all of Beats By The Pound
Mo. be nigga with this track, KL.
Nigga Bad Azz in this bitch.
Goodie Mob, all them
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
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