Rick Gonzalez

Rick Gonzalez - Grind All Day lyrics

rate me

Ft. Trae Tha Truth

(Verse: Rick Gonzalez)

Grind moes like bakin' soda

Get it cooked and cut in that kitchen

Work hard for that pound / respect

While these other rappers still bitchin'

I've reached that beloved life

I hope you die while I fucked yo wife

And they talk shit and them rap tough

See 'em nigga get wrapped up

Forgive me, Lord, but I had enough

Shook hands with a fake killa

I don't own a gun and won't act up

But my bush'o'fam will have waste niggas

This time they all fucked up

I'm in a shitty mood and I'm on edge

This beef time, like Halloween

Watchin' hard flips and I saw _____(?)

Killin' these niggas for fun

But you see that I'm minus a gun

I'm a villain with anger

Pillage the game with a pigeon that ranges

Strangle 'em, leavin' my victims all hangin'

Dippin' and poppin' that oh-wop on records

I be all Dominican givin' perspective

Grippin' the feeling, they givin' directions

Leaving his body in sections

Watch what you say, tho

Take you to _____(?), make you swallow that drain-o

I'm like a volcano, I'm bout to explode

Bout to do what I say so

Gettin' from this squad is a movie

Soldier of War, Call Of Duty

The theater is packed full of booty

To you she's a wife, to me she's a groupie

(Hook)

I just be grinding all day, I just be grinding all day

I just be grinding all day, I just be grinding all day

Money ain't always the reason

For suckers to see you that shine and show you their hate

But now that I got your attention

I'mm fillin' the D with the hoes with the cake

I just be grinding all day, I just be grinding all day

I just be grinding all day, I just be grinding all day

Money ain't always the reason

For suckers to see you that shine and show you their hate

Goin' to my big brother Trae

Money is all that my niggas can say

(Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth)

Shawty bust it in open, I guess it's racks ova racks

Hittin' shows with the killas that wanna plow but they clap

Show me love, get me dabs, I get that money, believe me

I'm let these niggas start trippin' like John Redda on TV

Keep on bodying beats, I'm prolly be defining these streets

Ducatti in the lobby with a model ridey singin' howdy in heat

Peace, I'm the nigga with special training

With the best due, with the best of nations

We are rebels that rebel from hating

Got yo bitch and she messin' naked

Flows from my sits, we froze on the brist

Heard pass and don't miss, like Coby the dish

Ready neva happen, shawty look like big trouble

Called her friends ova, guess I caught a triple double

Banged it ova back, thought that was easy

Money on my mind, run it back like a relay

Like a relay, need that paper like I'm Greenday

Get it? I'm on my grind, call it Green Day

(Hook)

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