Turk - Grindin' (Remix) lyrics

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Grindin’, grindin’

Grindin’, grindin’

Grindin’, grindin’

Grindin’, grindin’

Ever since I came home from the pen

Been grindin' on my own and shit

Eight thou', seven-hundred sixty hour

YT puttin' all this shit

Real nigga, again the street fuckin' with me

Fuck a bitch 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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit

Tryin' to be all out for one brick

Tryin' to fuck you, your bitch, and your clique

And no nigga, I ain't gave me shit

Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit

Grindin’ for all my shit

Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I put time into all this shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

Perfect timing with all my shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

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 bitch fucking anonymous niggaz

I done seen it all my nigga

Cause these hoes seeing all of my niggaz

Cause what’s the hottest shit on these corners?

That’s me and all my niggaz

Grind for all this shit, I ain’t ever fall for that bitch

Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird

Is like a medicine ball to that bitch

We'll bring Gucci bag in this bitch

And you know what's stashed in that bitch

These niggaz walk around with their chests out

Like Janet Jackson and shit

I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch

Fuck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven

Ain’t got time to bond with no bitch

Heard Jay Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit?

The weed sticky, grind that shit

Where I got it from?

Never mind that shit

Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit

Grindin’ for all my shit

Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I put time into all this shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

Perfect timing with all my shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I got a new vision for all my shit

I don’t know what to call that shit

I know, I’m selling all of my cars

I’m selling all of my watches

I’m selling diamonds and all of that shit

Realized I don’t need that shit

I’m a different breed with this shit

I’m tryin’ to turn M’s to B’s in this bitch

And I ain’t ever pay to be with no bitch

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 they’ll tell you the truth

Man, they'll tell you

Oh look, they fuck with me now

I think they’re hearin' me now

Someone said "Nigga they takin' you seriously now"

I’m like "I think they just might be scared of me now"

But it’s all good, niggaz wrong every day, niggas wrong every day

Go, goin' to LA where I’m tryin’ to get high and do a song every day

Safe, we ain’t 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 I’m runnin' out of space

Motherfucker that’s grindin'

Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit

Grindin’ for all my shit

Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I put time into all this shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

Perfect timing with all my shit

I’m grindin’ for all my shit

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 I’m running out of space

Believe that

Scoob, find another oo-wop

Tell them niggaz cool out

Cause it can be a motherfucking shoot-out

Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out

Moms pick the suit out

Top floor, window he get threw out

Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out

Flying out the crew out, they flew out

Invite them to my new house, my new house

I’m fucking every night up in my new house

Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’

I’m fucking every night up in my new house

Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’

I’m fucking every night up in my new house

Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’

Twap, twap!

Twap, twap!

In the new house, we got the twap