YUNG RO

YUNG RO - Grind

rate me

(feat. 50/50 Twin, Chamillionaire, Lil' Flip)

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]

This how we do it, where I'm from

Chasin' that paper, tryna race the sun

Griiind, all day, cuz I gotta get pai-ai-aid

[Lil' Flip: talking]

Mh, yo, uh, gyeah ye, uh uh

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]

Now where I'm from we be grindin'

But I thank god, that I made it rhymin'

Ye, you wanna track you gotta pay me dawg

Until then I'ma be at the playas ball

Chuuch, I got that work, I got the pilsbury dough boi

I'm in the hood, with my bois like I'm dough boi

I rock air force oncs wit my logo

Straps and ties cuz I'm ready to ride

Jump, I dump heat, as quich as I dump beats

And I'll be damned if I let a broke rappa pump me

I'm from the clover man, I tried to told ya man

I blow doulja man, but I'm focused man

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]

This how we do it, where I'm from

Chasin' that paper, tryna race the sun

Griiind, all day, cuz I gotta get pai-ai-aid

[Verse 2: Yung Ro]

Ayy look I got it on my mind, I'ma go wit my hustle

And if my word ain't shit, I'ma show with my muscle

Ridin' wit a stash, I got mo in the muffler

Ask about me, they say ro is a hustler

Like, extra extra, read all about it

I got x n x n, weed I'm about it

Cash that is, say man thats the reason

When the spring fall, summer all grindin' season

But I ain't wit that phone, you can hit me on my beeper

Got affordable price, come and holla at ya people

You coppin' tryna play, gotta taxin on the game

Niggaz like ro you trippin, but niggaz done did the same

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]

This how we do it, where I'm from

Chasin' that paper, tryna race the sun

Griiind, all day, cuz I gotta get pai-ai-aid

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]

Koopa, I got plado, cutting my money like silly puddy

A girl with good credit, with a crib in Philly for me

Dorm room dykes, that don't like to really study

That love me enough to show ya the choppers my ish is ugly

Chamillionaire, modden day shakespeare

Shake fake pears, make 'em sound like they behind eight years

Hey it's, time to show you how to get a gram

Rims tickin' in the clock, wise motion like a minute hand

Tell me who realer than me, I am king

Act like crayola wit my crayolas and supply my green

My coach told me chamillion, theirs no I in team

Well try this ring, and tell me if theres an I in bling

[Hook x2: Chamillionaire]

This how we do it, where I'm from

Chasin' that paper, tryna race the sun

Griiind, all day, cuz I gotta get pai-ai-aid

[Verse 4: 50/50 Twin]

Ay ay

The roosters crowin', no time for snorin'

Money grow on trees, time to rake the lawn

Life a movie, I'ma the star in the tape is gone

I do my chores, clean the glass make sure the paint is glowin

Grab a chicken off the farm, whip it n take it's grown

Grab a dollar wit the dimes, hoes this day done gone (no doubt)

I clap behind niggaz that hate I'm flowin'

Give a damn if I hit 'em n penetrate his grown

You think my man flip hold hand cuffs for fun

These hoes bring 'em back huns that don't strip for ones

We drink armadale vodka, we kissin' pladaon

Take trips to porto rico, to take dips in ponds

[Bridge: Chamillionaire]

Firt nigga ignoring

Till he seen the 22's moon walkin' on the floor n

My life I'm enjoyin', if it ain't about no money then the conversation boring

I'd like to sound sorry, for loosin n wreckin the clubs that we tore in

Hold up mayne, Hold up mayne, it's an old time thang

[Verse 5: Unknown]

Chicken heads poppin' brauds to see where the rocs sit

But they ain't gotta look long, they on top of the wrists

Plus I'm in the drop six in the missing top fixed

Ya boi shop in hell, cuz all I buy is hot shit

In other words I been to hell and back

Rappin' and sellin' crack, and sprewells on the lac

Yuh boi, teach that hoe how to act

Cuz we run trains of hoes, jus like rail road tracks

Now go grab a gat, but I hope you don't come

To my hood set trippin' like you got a gun

But if you do dawg, I hope you ain't the only one

Cuz you get beat up so bad, you'll forget where you from

Nigga, what?, nah I'm sayin, nah I'm sayin

the hell wit ya'll niggaz, nah I'm sayin

[Yung Ro Talking]

This how we do where we from fa real

[Hook: Chamillionaire]

This how we do it, where I'm from

Chasin' that paper, tryna race the sun

Griiind, all day, cuz I gotta get pai-ai-aid

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