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big chipp - grindin' lyrics

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(verse 1)
roll up the stinky now i’m asking where the f-ck the light
4 bills for a pair of shoes only wore them twice
chipp hop on this track ya if the cash right
my bro said get to this money say f-ck the limelight

gon have my money longer then the days in a week
out here dream chasing you would think a n-gga name was meek
a n-gga high as h-ll like i’m chilling on a mountain peak
lil b-tch better come correct when you about to speak

my city wild stay jumping n-ggas like a hurdle
know a couple n-ggas give you sh-lls like a turtle
out here running sh-t like a n-gga was a kernel
f-ck all that fake sh-t only real n-ggas in my circle

bars hitting like some bullets from a mac 11
tto like bad boys back in 97
shout out to b.i.g. even though he up in heaven
always looking at the top cause that’s where i’m heading

ain’t in it for the fame b-tch i want the stacks
just tryna guap up and have a hundred racks
you know when the team blows ain’t no going back
gon be sooner then you think n-gga that’s a fact

n-gga that’s a fact r.i.p. to stew pac
b-tchs twisted in the head like a dread loc
n-gga ain’t gon do sh-t cause you all talk
gon be whipping in a benz when you gon walk

spend all my bread on gas but i’m still riding round on e
stay with that fresh fit cause it cost about a g
want me on a track gotta pay i don’t speak for free
if you think i’m tripping you ain’t getting sh-t from me

check me in a few stacks gon be on sumo wrestler
ain’t help when i was down then don’t hit me on my cellular
gon be at the top ain’t finna have no compet-tor
when i hit the booth you see the change in the temperature

(hook)
you know a n-gga really grinding in this b-tch
just tryna guap up to put a roly on my wrist
and when i blow i’ll put a roly on my b-tch
but for a fact lil n-gga on my team i’ll never switch

eh cause i’m really grinding in this b-tch
a young n-gga really grinding in this b-tch
a fly n-gga really grinding in this b-tch
i’m really grinding in this b-tch

(verse 2)
trust the process cause that’s how we gon make it
a n-gga stay a hundred you n-ggas on that fake sh-t
kno imma have your b-tch jumping when that base hit
all your n-ggas fake as h-ll like you cooling in a snake pit

if you need that work hit my boys cause they be hording
a n-gga flying high i got them wings like i’m jordan
young boss n-gga i’m in charge call me the warden
people listen to my sh-t cause it hot and i’m important

all these n-ggas know it’s on when i’m in my zone
smokin loud in my blunts straight to a n-gga dome
if it ain’t about money then don’t hit a n-gga phone
hottest n-gga out right now but i still ain’t known

and b-tch i’m blowing trees that’s all we do
young successful n-gga from the 902
you know how we do naw i’m just playing but i ain’t
drip from my fit it will make your b-tch faint

it will make your b-tch drop it will make your b-tch p-ss out
hoes think they drink for free no bring that -ss out
and n-ggas think they smoking no n-gga bring that cash out
these rat hoes think they chilling no n-gga kick that trash out

that girl don’t want you because your boring
she tell me when you hit she be snoring
soon a n-gga like me gon be touring
when i do gon pull up in a foreign

the way a n-gga drink i’m feeling like a alcoholic
but when i ain’t sipping i’m smoking on that chronic
can’t smoke wit you you smoke reggie let’s be honest
ain’t in it for the fame b-tch i do this for the profits

brizzy makes the beats so we spit that heat
we in the game we play it right we don’t cheat
knock you off your feet we so clean we so neat
listen when i speak say some sh-t i won’t repeat

(hook)

(baby buck tynes verse)
all gas no breaks money made this man
all my friends are dead shout out to them benjamin’s
we out here grinding chasing m’s after f-cking m’s
and if you can’t keep your re-up right then you just in the way

and i say i’m all gas and no f-cking breaks
cause chippy brought the gas and i just did the f-cking race
these n-ggas fake these n-ggas fraud these n-ggas need some guidance
i can’t be focused on these n-ggas i’m putting overtime in

i’m on my grind im tryna flood my gold with all diamonds
put my b-tch up in a condo buy my mama a island
i know i’m sweet i know i’m smooth so your b-tch stay smiling
keep these b-tchs choosing some n-ggas say i’m grimy

but that just happens when you grinding getting to them chips
r.i.p. to trey trigger do this for you n-gga
f-ck a b-tch and f-ck 12 and f-ck a opposition
like kodak black smoke broccoli when i’m on a mission

got my tunnel vision gotta stay focus
these n-ggas need to take some m to turn into a solider
i got this old four breaching like jehovah witness
these n-ggas see me on god n-gga mind your business

r.i.p. skrizz i can’t believe your gone
they all switched up on you but not me little bro
i go hard for the fam squigy was the man
remember sitting drinking shark and rolling sams

blow out the smoke p-ss it around until i p-ss out
these n-ggas see me doing good asking for hand outs
stay on your grind take risks and you gon come up
pimping b-tchs keep them choosing that’s what i’m about

you want a feature pay are fee you not with are squad
gotta get it by are means that’s what i was taught
mama scotian daddy jamaican mama a patois
but i know how to bump a b-tch and run them bands up

(hook)

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