Memphis Bleek - Grind Lyrics

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Holla

This the big k ground hang on my nine

Still blowing line mother reach other swan

Yeah i'm on the low low docking pigs .. solo

Still i'm blowing that .. my rowdy got the foe foe

I pull up to the club and something i'm ..a couple hundred

With a couple bad b*tches honey bottles when i come to that via

I'm on that teen g high twenty in my trues if it ain't those

Is the devise gucci on my feet if it ain't i'm rockin ..

.. like these boots i got .. thousand pair

When you smell it in the air then you know my team there

And everybody strapped here we got them things here

So tell em p**sy fag nigga see me when they see me

'cause they just wanna hate me 'cause they busy tryin to be me

Their pretty ladies meet me and they know just how to great me

I call em .. free free and we're gonna ..to skip skip

And we'll be doing what we want to

I send my .. on trust me when i warn you

They'll come through and warn you

Niggas just gonna mourn you .. battle with ..

My niggas just like gonna do

Yeah so made that nigga .. while i blow this brand

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Take a side with diesel to the hand.

Cush gang get low ..

Brooklyn the whole new york you know what it is

Holla ..when you see .. in the streets ..

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