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Grindin' (Remix)


Turk Lyrics

 

Grindin' (Remix) Lyrics

Grindin' (Remix) by Turk


Grindin, grindin
Grindin, grindin
Grindin, grindin
Grindin, grindin

Ever since I came home from the pen
Been grindin' on my own and sh*t
Eight thou', seven-hundred sixty hour
YT puttin' all this sh*t
Real nigga, again the street f**kin' with me
f**k a b**ch nigga, got them red killers with me
Uptown nigga, let it bust
'Til it's if ya gettin' money is a must
But I'll stick it if you tempt me, so nigga don't tempt me
God don't do sh*t neither
Chopper worth of trouble, it's gone faster than a cheetah
Savor to the thuggin', I g'd up
Get it from the mud
I'm a thug, posted up like a meter
Stay strapped with the heater
I f**k pussy - pussy nigga, I don't need you
I'm grindin', me and my people
Puttin' in work like Amiga
Like Jeezy, I done seen it all
The feds askin', nigga I ain't seen nothin' at all
Swear I been nigga outside, ten time a hundred, nigga, one grind

Grindin' for all my sh*t
Tryin' to be all out for one brick
Tryin' to f**k you, your b**ch, and your clique
And no nigga, I ain't gave me sh*t


Nigga Im grindin for all my sh*t
Grindin for all my sh*t
Yeah, Im grindin for all my sh*t
I put time into all this sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t
Perfect timing with all my sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t

The feds be spying on all of us nigga
These hoes be lying to all of us nigga
I got news for the monogamous niggaz
Your b**ch f**king anonymous niggaz
I done seen it all my nigga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggaz
Cause whats the hottest sh*t on these corners?
Thats me and all my niggaz
Grind for all this sh*t, I aint ever fall for that b**ch
Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that b**ch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this b**ch
And you know what's stashed in that b**ch
These niggaz walk around with their chests out
Like Janet Jackson and sh*t
Im sweatin grindin this b**ch, I need a shrine in this b**ch
f**k double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Aint got time to bond with no b**ch
Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that sh*t?
The weed sticky, grind that sh*t
Where I got it from?
Never mind that sh*t


Nigga Im grindin for all my sh*t
Grindin for all my sh*t
Yeah, Im grindin for all my sh*t
I put time into all this sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t
Perfect timing with all my sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t

I got a new vision for all my sh*t
I dont know what to call that sh*t
I know, Im selling all of my cars
Im selling all of my watches
Im selling diamonds and all of that sh*t
Realized I dont need that sh*t
Im a different breed with this sh*t
Im tryin to turn Ms to Bs in this b**ch
And I aint ever pay to be with no b**ch
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here
Who running the game? And theyll tell you the truth
Man, they'll tell you
Oh look, they f**k with me now
I think theyre hearin' me now
Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now"
Im like "I think they just might be scared of me now"
But its all good, niggaz wrong every day, niggas wrong every day
Go, goin' to LA where Im tryin to get high and do a song every day

Safe, we aint ever have to play it safe
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see Im runnin' out of space
Motherf**ker thats grindin'

Nigga Im grindin for all my sh*t
Grindin for all my sh*t
Yeah, Im grindin for all my sh*t
I put time into all this sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t
Perfect timing with all my sh*t
Im grindin for all my sh*t

Grindin, grindin
Perfect timing
Grindin, grindin
Grindin, grindin
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Than peek inside the safe and say Im running out of space
Believe that

Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggaz cool out
Cause it can be a motherf**king shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy b**ches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite them to my new house, my new house
Im f**king every night up in my new house
Cause b**ch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin
Im f**king every night up in my new house
Cause b**ch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin
Im f**king every night up in my new house
Cause b**ch I worked too hard for this new house, Im grindin

Twap, twap!
Twap, twap!
In the new house, we got the twap



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