Grind lyrics
Ooh, aah, oh yeah
Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Ooh, aah, oh yeah Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Fallin' out, ooh, down Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Oh, fallin' down, oh yeah Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind [Verse 1] I turn 'em like Tina, I don't tote ninas But a nigga walked up and get served like subpoenas And I ain't broke neitha, I got a in-between So when I say about a million what I mean is bitch Fiend I gotta keep grinding, my name Tony Hawk 'Cause I grind with my boys sometimes at the park A heavy-ass kid, easy on the cake Until I got to New York and I started losin' weight And when I say "weight," I do mean "weight" Now I'm thin like the line between love and hate Cause I used to go skate Nigga I'm paid, this kid don't play like a high-top Fade I don't get laid, I'm back at the studio The closest girls get is watchin' old Derrick videos Girls don't get it, say I work too much Pass boo the cell phone and say, "Girl, be in touch" But we won't be in touch, I know that for sure You ain't in love with me, you like my décor Christian Dior, pastel and Jack If it's in hot pink then it's on my back I'm young and I'm black and the world is my oyster Watchin' Top Chef on my European sofa These niggas so fake like an old toupee So clear call this shit Blu-Ray [Hook] Ooh yeah Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Oh, aah, oh yeah Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind [Verse 2] Take me to a hospital, call me Ebola And a nigga flow sweet, so I spit Coca Cola And my boys sold boulders, but I gotta do it my way We grindin' the same, but we usin' different pathways Gotta make ends meet, a means to an end And I hate seein' niggas usin' "grind," for pretend This ain't pretend, and I ain't pretendin' We eatin' out late like I hang with the gremlins Call David Geffen, we about to switch places The game is a hold, got a pocket full of aces Boy, I'm a phenom, I can't be stopped Had my RA pager on my first day at 30 Rock Headed for big things like I'm runnin' Salma Hayek Four Seasons plus no more work at the Hyatt I'm fly and I'm high like a pilot But you can't see me like an eyelid, vibin', uh [Hook] Ooh Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Aah, aah Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Fallin' out, ooh, yeah Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Got to get on my grind Yeah
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