Texty:
Grind Other

a salary sacrificed convertable paint my boss in tar and set him a light GRIND head down tails up define your purpose SLAVE til you bleed and you are raw to the bone GRIND

Chorus: You just might be the sexiest thing up in the club (up in the club), and im just trying so damn hard to get you home (to get you home), so why

the verdict yo] (Doin me stuck in my grind) [Let the globe know) (MC stuck in my prime) [What you dealing with, nigga] (South Shores ducking the swine) (It's grind

[Chorus] Baby grind on me Relax your mind take your time on me Let me get deeper shorty ride on me Now come and sex me till your body gets weak With

U Know I Can't See Nothing Wrong) Wit A Lil Bump N Grind Baby I Don't See Nothing Wrong(U Know I Can't See Nothing Wrong) Wit A Lil Bump N Grind Baby [

The Time All About Tha Paper, Cuz Da Youngn' On His Grind Youngn On His Grind Young-Youngn On His Grind Youngn On His Grind Young-Youngn On His Grind

back They lived right down the road from us In a shack just like our shack We worked in the fields together And we learned to count on each other When

million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other

people ain't steppin' You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips You think I'm finished, I load another clip Look in my face, I crack an evil grin