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Paranormal Grindtivity Video (MV)




Performed By: Dealin' Dubbs
Length: 3:03
Written by: Patrick Campbell




Dealin' Dubbs - Paranormal Grindtivity Lyrics




Yo-o
It's just egregious
My grind makes quadraplegics

It's sharp as creases
Causing increases
In paper flow

I been where ballers go
Sign my checks
I'm out the door

I'ts the code to go eat
Where the beef
And all tall grass grown

Who-o
Dealin' dubbs
Kamikazi
On yo posse
To keep my paper
Ted dibiase
Wanna eat more than me
Better bring a zombie
But i gotta rick grimes id

Imma high beam
Paranorm grinding

Scrillafiend
Plus the sink
So the whole thang

Money clings
To the things
I'm investing
While you resting
Haters hearts i'm arresting

I'm impressing
To the best things
That yo mind dreams
With this grind scene

Your depressing

When i'm plexing
Money sexting
So infesting
Never resting
Always flexing

Imma strong arm
Bringing mo' harm
Be this lou born
Blow my own horn
While i'm flexing

So investing
Corporate dressing
With a blessing
Of the best things

Cash molesting

I hustle with it
My pockets
Bustin' with it

My cap is custom fitted

Haters wanna
Counterfit it

I'm so independent

Self made
Resident it

Undastreet
Represent it

Ghost peppers
Sprinkled in it

Leave heads spinning
Get head got me big grinning

They mad cause
They ain't winning

Catching paper yo
I'm not kidding

I paper fold
With the cold
On the low
But still in bold

I'm super throw'd
For the sco
So blown
Off that hydro

I'm on that paper chase
With the haste of a redline
Haters really wanna stop my shine
But to stop my kind
You need a box that's pine
Do the white collar crime
Mo paper
Less time

Racketeering washing money
Be the frame of mind
Paper stacking up
On a foreign shoreline
On the grind full time
With my shine on blind

Bands in the line
Like it's college half time
Paper getting made
So i'm at the front line
Imma eat the green
Like a stoner bovine
Imma change up my detergent
Then i check my clothes line

Everthing counts
Pennies, quarters, nickles, dimes

Money on incline
While the haters on decline

Hustle so sublime
With a twist like a lime
Fo' shots in a line
Have the next man crying
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Yo-o
It's just egregious
My grind makes quadraplegics

It's sharp as creases
Causing increases
In paper flow

I been where ballers go
Sign my checks
I'm out the door

I'ts the code to go eat
Where the beef
And all tall grass grown

Who-o
Dealin' dubbs
Kamikazi
On yo posse
To keep my paper
Ted dibiase
Wanna eat more than me
Better bring a zombie
But i gotta rick grimes id

Imma high beam
Paranorm grinding

Scrillafiend
Plus the sink
So the whole thang

Money clings
To the things
I'm investing
While you resting
Haters hearts i'm arresting

I'm impressing
To the best things
That yo mind dreams
With this grind scene

Your depressing

When i'm plexing
Money sexting
So infesting
Never resting
Always flexing

Imma strong arm
Bringing mo' harm
Be this lou born
Blow my own horn
While i'm flexing

So investing
Corporate dressing
With a blessing
Of the best things

Cash molesting

I hustle with it
My pockets
Bustin' with it

My cap is custom fitted

Haters wanna
Counterfit it

I'm so independent

Self made
Resident it

Undastreet
Represent it

Ghost peppers
Sprinkled in it

Leave heads spinning
Get head got me big grinning

They mad cause
They ain't winning

Catching paper yo
I'm not kidding

I paper fold
With the cold
On the low
But still in bold

I'm super throw'd
For the sco
So blown
Off that hydro

I'm on that paper chase
With the haste of a redline
Haters really wanna stop my shine
But to stop my kind
You need a box that's pine
Do the white collar crime
Mo paper
Less time

Racketeering washing money
Be the frame of mind
Paper stacking up
On a foreign shoreline
On the grind full time
With my shine on blind

Bands in the line
Like it's college half time
Paper getting made
So i'm at the front line
Imma eat the green
Like a stoner bovine
Imma change up my detergent
Then i check my clothes line

Everthing counts
Pennies, quarters, nickles, dimes

Money on incline
While the haters on decline

Hustle so sublime
With a twist like a lime
Fo' shots in a line
Have the next man crying
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Writer: Patrick Campbell
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