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we grind - gifted the god lyrics

we grind *written/ performed* created by : s. (gifted the god) ross 2020

intro : yeah just uh just let me finish counting this

na nah nah nah just let me finish counting the rest of this
you know its goin down when i get through

(chant) stick to the program ,stick to the program , stick to the program, stick to the program

yeah we grind we grind that’s the program. me and my b*tch grind together no slow jam. she cook she clean she do her thing for her old man. money laundry bake with soda making mo grams
yeah we grind we grind that’s the program. me and my b*tch grind togethеr no slow jam. she cook she clean shе do her thing for her old man. money laundry bake with soda making mo grams

you in this help me handle mine. b*tch yellow as a dandelion
dropped out of school, p*ssy popping like the columbine
deep throat it swallow d*ck down to the collar line..
legs in the air like twin towers when i knock her down
she never tripping on them b*tches she say f*ck them b*tches
she like to ride them hoe’s faces while i f*ck them b*tches
freaky freaky “deaky” p*ssy gushy leaky leaky
p*ssy lips smile at me like its nice to meet me
she break bread with me like its the last supper
she make bread with me. say f*ck a job at wonder
got an eye for busters, snake ass under covers
stomach ache around fake ass mother f*ckers
yeah my b*tch laced no date rape
better vacate if you ain’t got your paper straight
i was made to touch the paper like a paper mate
so she grind with me, bad b*tch for my paper mate
chorus: 2x
yeah we grind we grind that’s the program. me and my b*tch grind together no slow jam. she cook she clean she do her thing for her old man. money laundry bake with soda making mo grams
yeah we grind we grind that’s the program. me and my b*tch grind together no slow jam. she cook she clean she do her thing for her old man. money laundry bake with soda making mo grams
vs 2:
i call her rachel ray she cook whenever daddy say
better pay if you owe her paper or regret the day
told my shooters if they touch her n*ggas better spray
do them slugs like lens crafters sit “em” on they face
she got a special spot with me i put her in my place
tried to get jazzy with me i put her in her place
took her from a looser now she in a winner’s place
taking trips for me driving on the interstate
my hustle strong lil n*gga eat ya vegetables
you ball, i ball twice as hard like d*ck and t*st*cl*s
quick make a spectacle. zip of that celestial
cloud 9 heaven cush
reggie’s unacceptable
she pull up with the bricks in the lac bumper
bringing crack to they pipes like a fat plumber
we grind, we grind always hungry like your fat uncle
after we do the night’s count i relax and f*ck her
chorus: 2x
yeah we grind we grind that’s the program. me and my b*tch grind together no slow jam. she cook she clean she do her thing for her old man. money laundry bake with soda making mo grams. stick to the program
baby makin mo grams, we keep the cain
she my old lady i’m her old man. stick to the program you know we making mo grand’s
both of our pockets fat on dan and roseanne

- gifted the god lyrics

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