YG - Grindmode lyrics
rate me(ft 2 Chainz & Nipsey Hussle )
Murder on the East
Back to the studios and the streets
Chorus:
Grindmode, grindmode, bitch I'm on grindmode
... then i whip it with my eyes closed
Grindmode, grindmode, bitch I'm on grindmode
Stop check the watch like tell me where the time go
I do her, I do her
Bitch, I do her, I do her
I said I do her, I do her
Bitch, I do her, I do her
I said I do her, I do her
Bitch Im im Master with it I'm with the clique, and we fit like fat bitches
I got the work and the pot, got the work and the pot,
Do it so much my bitch, call me sir mixalot
Then I'm back on the block with the work on my side
Duckin from the cops cause a nigga got a glock
try to rob me and nigga shot like...
ridin real slow with a black ass ten
nigga can't stand no black-ass bitch
Bitch, I got a fat ass dick, go hard with a bitch like a mad ass pimp.
In the streets all day nigga 24/7
...
i dnt preach nigga i aint no reverend
but im bout to blow like nine eleven...
ten racks of cash in a nigga pocket
shaquiel o neal these nigga be blockin
...
faker then i get thts just how a nigga live
ass so naked yup thts how i like my bitches
than I did, this is how a nigger do
Ass-whole nigger, you have to sound like my...
In the kitchen is the party
In that bitch celebrating, cause we just got out from...
Chorus:
Grindmode, grindmode, bitch I'm on grindmode
... through my eyes closed
Grindmode, grindmode, bitch I'm on grindmode
Stop taking the...
I do her, I do her
Bitch, I do her, I do her
I said I do her, I do her
Bitch, I do her, I do her
I said I do her, I do her
2 Chainz
Ambush...
Got two or three car full of bad bitch
Made that pussy work, yeah, bitch I got to work...
Grindmode, grindmode, count the money blindfold
This right here that real shit
That look like some rhinestone
Rhinestone rhinestone we don't like that fake shit
God don't like ugly so you need to get your face lift
I just play greatness, crib on twenty acres
Louis V on court side of the lakers
Please don not mistake this, my partner be the murder trial
We ain't saying shit, we ain't hurting ya
We ain't sorry young nigger know some...
I pay five hundred dollars for my sick
Yeah, I started with Beamer then I bought a Porsche
I ain't trying to front fucked her on the porch.
Chorus:
Grindmode, grindmode, bitch I'm on grindmode
... through my eyes closed
Grindmode, grindmode, bitch I'm on grindmode
Stop check the watch like tell me where the time go
I do her, I do her
Bitch, I do her, I do her
I said I do her, I do her
Bitch, I do her, I do her
I said I do her, I do her
Back to back in these Benz
B12 is my anxious
Ride around with my pistol cuts, niggers trying to kill 'em
Fuck what niggers be talking about
I got long clips and I chock 'em out
Poker face I won't talk about it
This war shit I'm all about it
Look, these niggers know
On my grind I'm getting dough
Ain't no place I can't afford, about real estate...
No subliminals, I be fucking you...
She look me like a ..she lick me like an envelope
I'm in control, in the game, in my zone, in any states ...
At this rate I'm not getting paid to be a millionaire
Any day more money, more problems but more guns...
