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grind grind ! - yb curtis lyrics

[intro]
(timmy da hit mann)
hah
like mane y’know, ay’
like people really be askin’ me why i be steady doin’ this sh*t folk
mane it’s cause i got a passion for this sh*t mane
ay’ yeah
say let that’ bit, go like this
yeah

[chorus]
bang, bang (baw)
that’s all you hear when i let off that f*ckin’ thing, thing (that thing)
unshakable, cause i won’t go the way you swing, swing (the way you swing)
i want a chain that’s f*ckin’ made by johnny dang, dang
them labels, they gon’ call and they gon’ make my phone go rang, rang
b*tch, yeah
i’m on the rise so i’m gon’ climb climb
can’t listen to my mind
i might commit me a lil’ crime, crime
can’t trust no f*ckin’ b*tch cause all them hoes be doin’ is lyin’, lyin’
and i won’t lеt n0body take me off my grind, grind (my grind, grind)

[verse 1]
time, timе (that time)
hop on the beat, get in my zone lil’ b*tch it’s rhyme time (rhyme time)
a f*ckin’ goat like michael jordan in his prime time (his prime time)
i see them jays, i’m finna cop them hoes, i’m buyin’, buyin’
i’m high as h*ll up on this sh*t lil’ b*tch i’m flyin’, flyin’
i can’t f*ck with these hatin’ lil’ n*ggas
they know that i’m gettin’ up there
mane ma, i swear that i’m gon’ make you proud
i know that you be lookin’ down from the air
mane why the f*ck, when i walk around, all these p*ssy b*tches wanna stare?
mane a b*tch thought they seen a ghost up in this b*tch
then they wanna f*ckin’ glare
mane i don’t give a f*ck what ya’ say ‘bout me
cause i wasn’t put here to care
ain’t see my daughter for two months
that sh*t made me feel like i failed
mane it’s a lot of sh*t i didn’t do so i won’t go to jail
say mane i stay up on my grind so i won’t raise no f*ckin’ h*ll, b*tch (yeah)
[chorus]
bang, bang (baw)
that’s all you hear when i let off that f*ckin’ thing, thing (that thing)
unshakable, cause i won’t go the way you swing, swing (the way you swing)
i want a chain that’s f*ckin’ made by johnny dang, dang
them labels, they gon’ call and they gon’ make my phone go rang, rang
b*tch, yeah
i’m on the rise so i’m gon’ climb climb
can’t listen to my mind
i might commit me a lil’ crime, crime
can’t trust no f*ckin’ b*tch cause all them hoes be doin’ is lyin’, lyin’
and i won’t let n0body take me off my grind, grind (my grind, grind)

[verse 2]
mane i got plans (plans)
i wanna start me a new chapter in my life and run these bands
these hoes look good but i can’t let that steer me off cause i’m a man
a new crib, a new state and we get all the f*ckin’ land
and b*tch i bang that 318, that’s where i’m from, but i ain’t stayin’
and i was sittin’ down but now it’s time to take a f*ckin’ stand
and i ain’t got it out the mud but i been diggin’ through the sand
ain’t tryna’ cuff no f*ckin’ hoe cause all these b*tches, they been ran through
i can’t believe she ran too
i just rock solo dolo, that’s just what i can do (i can do)
they watchin’, likin’, hatin’, that’s just what a fan do (a fan do)
my braids be slangin’ b*tch, and i don’t need no cantu
if all these other rappers grindin’ made it, b*tch i can too
[chorus]
bang, bang (baw)
that’s all you hear when i let off that f*ckin’ thing, thing (that thing)
unshakable, cause i won’t go the way you swing, swing (they way you swing)
i want a chain that’s f*ckin’ made by johnny dang, dang
them labels, they gon’ call and they gon’ make my phone go rang, rang
b*tch, yeah
i’m on the rise so i’m gon’ climb climb
can’t listen to my mind
i might commit me a lil’ crime, crime
can’t trust no f*ckin’ b*tch cause all them hoes be doin’ is lyin’, lyin’
and i won’t let n0body take me off my grind, grind (my grind, grind)

- yb curtis lyrics

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