not quarters to have tha whole os this[? ] as tha cold king Johny got me lookin live a light show but don't get it Twisted I'm still on my grind 2 cash
block [Chorus] Caught up in the game of chasing dough I'm not mama's little boy no mo' so next time you see me in public I'm on my grind starving I'm
(Mississippi Fred McDowell) You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move... ch-ch-ch-child You gotta move Oh... when the Lord gets ready You gotta move
through show What you may have heard and what you think you know, yeah Let the sun never blind your eyes Let me sleep so my teeth don't grind Hear
a see-through show What you may have heard and What you think you know Let the sun never blind your eyes Let me sleep so my teeth won't grind Hear a
x3: Lil' Wayne] And we gon' grind, I said we gon' grind, yeah I said we gon' grind, yeah... [Verse 2: Brisco] Same clothes Three days Watch me get my grind
[Bizzy:] Loose! Sippin on gin, fuck juice, A hundred percent brew, The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce, So easy when me pull
quittin' got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights as of by seen of through masta's eye it's the grind
-oh-oh-oh-Oh-oh-oh-oh Verse 2: Steady on the grind Deadly on the grind Money on mind Steady on the grind Steady on the grind Deadly on the grind Money
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on the grind [Lil Wayne] I start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's Take seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks Gotta grind
wide awake and worried late at night Why don't ya tell'em to beat it Why don't ya tell'em to eat it Just a bunch of clowns Don't let'em grind ya down
on the phone, call me on tonight, Tell me that she'll never let me go, She worries all the time, I'm gonna be giving her the grind, Giving her the grind
't got nothing on my hands but time Tell me were you the one that's on the grind Check it was it you that was on the grind dirty They actin like they
Ay Yo Eeny meeny miny mo I'm p-p-pickin hoes To pucker up And kiss my ass under the mistletoe Yes I am about my cake Just call me Ana Mae's I keep a gentlemen
t hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still [Chorus: Freeway] Nigga still gotta get his grind
:] I'm on my grind (grind, grind, grind) All day, all night I'm on my grind (grind, grind, grind) Like I ain't made a dime I'm on my grind (grind, grind, grind
