Bizzy Crook

Bizzy Crook - Grindin lyrics

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Gridin’, gook luck nigga, be grindin’

Bendo we grindin’, same way nigga we gridin’

Grindin’ , no hard feeling we grindin’

I get 27 we grindin’, no hard feeling we grindin’

Fucking this ain’t the real one

Nigga I’m the real one, they was here before

That don’t mean he will appear now girl

However gonna run the game that’s the nigga we gonna still front

Now tell me any nigga that in the way killed her

New crack guy, how the hell was space in it?

If I wasn’t I was grindin’ like a fine escape in it

Fuck a pole, we can get a fucking lay in it

Any day now lay about a rainy feelin’

How I’m gonna assist, so busy I won’t hear my name when they in

Now we on the come up and we bout to run the game

You gonna fight here with yourself if you try to end a fear

Y’all should be ashamed, afraid you was in line

Someone’s line in the game, I’m agree you disagree

And now you say you were in lion and you say

I’m a motherfucker lion out the cage

What’s matter, I’m only going for whatever for a backing four

But fuck the rapper so it’s for, I had a rapper dog

And I ain’t here raggin, I’m just braggin cuz I’m rggin whore

Excep I don’t never fly from here no where

Luberties they won’t get no pages

Blaze that and she see the crib with glass there

You probably see that shit on Instagram yeah

So you riders on my click, look to the game

And I’m tired of this shit

We sure to the West, everybody try to not workin’

Politician, I’m like fuck, everybody in this bitch

Open my show, in life I pay to gte some drink

Knock it here less with these mothers I can stay

My lil homies try to get on the block

I told that niggas fuck a post, they the motherfucker shy

You won’t need no deal to play the cush

Anything can be break with a lil force

If the gase if lock we have the fence

They ain’t lock this out, they lock this in

Go get us, you are winning

Starting with us, it won’t end

Had the niggas with what kind we broke in

I could never go out I’m too in

Your Jordan, you, you young AO

Cross in one time, we still want no game on

Nigga wan this on top but we ain’t explain thou

Niggas come here to pay your crib lay no

My name Billy I was born for the melly

Shut out to the chase she blow my niggas out of feelin’

Lot of bitches love me, couple niggas wanna kill me

But the niggas know that they couldn’t even tell me how to feel

They know this deeper from rap

Fam holdin’ that, rocking deeper than that

Just white cups, no white flax, is way more deeper let’s just leave like that

Labels know they get a couple meal, could crip more five and we get eight

And we ain’t act no deal

Windy is coming but your bitch won’t tell it

We say fuck y’all and that’s how we feelin’

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