Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, this one's for the people All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat Shit, breathe the thought we all equal Ain't a man
I still be on the grind When it all collapse And if it's mine, words bind I'ma take it right back I still be on the grind When it all collapse And if
holla this the big k ground hang on my nine still blowing line mother reach other swan yeah i'm on the low low docking pigs .. solo still i'm blowing
Temptation to kill again The sensation comes over me An addiction to murdering I can't stop killing You tried to stop me Dead, before you started Put
In the darkest hole You'd be well advised Not to plan my funeral Before the body dies, yeah Come the morning light It's a see through show What you may
Everyday I wake up on the grind, But it's hard with you babe up on my mind Everyday I wake up on the grind, and it's true, I just wanna grind with you
[Intro - Lil Wayne] And we gone grind I say we gone grind I say we gone grind (X2) I'm grinding y'all [Verse 1 - Birdman] Fuck it we going to get it
Intro: Yeah, Ha Yo its the D-O Double R (Yes Sir) Dorrough Music (Yeah Buddy) PrimeTime Clique, Bitch Chorus: Boy I Grind (like Boy I, Boy I) Boy I
They tried to lose us in the hype of fortune and fame We've got them to thank and only us to blame Now the joker is dealing 'cause the king went blind
"Shadow World" The dark side of Humanity. Based loosely on "Shadow World" by Clifford D. Simak. "I" The inherant illjudgement within us all, that sometimes
grind and click the bomb goes off with a grind and a click no flick of the switch but a knife to the wrist blows my mind every time
Grind, grind, grind, grind Grind, grind, grind I can bend in sixty-eight ways I have lived for twelve thousand days Twenty-eight teeth inside of my head
I don't fuck bitches anymore I make them watch me massage myself Till I cum in my hand Belt them with my payload across the mouth Real men don't just
I get up early and get it before the crack of dawn And I'm still out when the sun set, gettin' my hustle on I'm grindin' all day long to keep my paper
The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar And everybody knows what you've been drinking Disgraceful sky flecked with a nightmare of stars And everybody
Get on top, keep it up (*) Don't let them ever grind you down Up down, turn around, give a little more Inside, outside, knocking on my door I don't need
I'm a nice boy a nice girl next door with a weapon I am not human anymore I traded my attitude and I traded my spine placid weak as piss wanna fuck in
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