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word play - grinder lyrics

[word play]
baby p-ss me the grinder
baby p-ss me the grinder
baby p-ss me the grinder
eyyy, baby just p-ss me the grinder, yeah!

[verse 1: word play]
word play the don
i’m a lou n-gga and i’m from ferguson
smoking with my main and she wetter than a pond
k!lling every track, need w-lly b to pay the bond
i’m a stoner by the way
and i got these hoes geeking off some ecstasy
doing shows, making videos, don’t you see?
i’m at the top of the game, that’s meant to be
f-ck out of here saying you’re better than tonio
yo career gon go where them cigarello guts go
and i’ll take your girl quick, like i run the hundo
bang her real good, walking like she got polio
my new plug is me, only me! i
can’t rely on n0body else for the tree
bruh, i’m higher than apollo 13
aye q, sprinkle that kief on this gb

[chorus: word play]
someone p-ss me my grinder
someone p-ss me my grinder
someone p-ss me my grinder
eyyy, someone just p-ss me my grinder, yeah
someone p-ss me the grinder
eyyy, someone p-ss me the grinder
eyyy, someone p-ss me my grinder
p-ss me my grinder, p-ss the grinder, p-ss the grinder!

[verse 2: tha boy c-rock]
girl you need to throw that, you know i got that sticky-icky
i got her grinding on me, good looking pretty ricky
biggest -ss best, ’cause you know the boy picky
she love blowing and sucking, she tryna give my d-ck a hickie
okay, i be tryna roll up
i pulled out the shotgun, but i swear she had me held up
p-ss me the grinder, with that kush scent on your fingers
boy that’s suspicious like a tough guy with a girly ringer
sh-t, f-ck that, boy i got that real thrax
i’m grocery, they closed, oh fasho these n-ggas will tax
[?] having cooking full meals, you can’t just pack a lunch
you be taking less hits, you swear the blunt was packed a punch
you can call me the kush king
i smoke and treat the kush like a little fling
blown as f-ck, d-mn right i’m on that high sh-t
man i swear i be higher than team rocket!

[chorus]

[verse 3: w-lly b]
somebody p-ss me the grinder. somebody p-ss me the grinder
yeah, i’m a slide up behind her
roll up a blunt, and i’m a blind her
with all this smoke, yeah
b-tch you better not f-cking choke, yeah
what you gon do, deep throat? yeah
smoking all night, oh-woah, yeah
p-ss me the grinder, yo
p-ss me the grinder, yo
p-ss me the grinder, yo, yo, yo!
last week, i think i smoked an ounce
maybe not, i can’t count
bring it back, we gon bounce
back to your crib, smoke an ounce, d-mn

[chorus]

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