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Paul-D - Give Thanks (feat. Joe Grizz) Lyrics



Paul-D - Give Thanks (feat. Joe Grizz) Lyrics
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Started from the bottom of the map
Now I'm in the penthouse suite
A nigga like me can't sleep, gotta stay on the grind till the Ms on me
As soon as I get that one, I'ma turn that mothaf*cka into three
I put a couple of niggas I know on, and show love to the ones that love me
Ok I do what I can to protect my brand, so you know I'm rollin' with the heat
I also plan out my work and I work out my plan, just to see my bank account increase
I never switch up at all, on none of my dogs, they know I'ma always keep it G
And I stay ten toes into it, till we get to it, this lit music very therapeutic for the user
So sit back and relax, cause we back, believe that, the fake love you showin', we don't need that
And I can see that, by the way that you react, that he cap, the side that he never be at
And that seems odd to me, cause I say fraud, but you say God, but that's not godly to me
Obviously
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain
I still give thanks, I could if I wanted, but what would it change
Not a motherf*ckin' thing
All I need, is a Chevy with some 808
Just let me swang, in my Chevrolet
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain,
I still give thanks
I chipped the paint, but no complaints, I twist the dank, I still give thanks
Negative balance in the bank, but just enough cash to fill the tank
Let's hit the interstate, ever seen this number, might be a little play
If we get pulled over, don't instigate, let the lawyers litigate
The po-po might poke you, if you got pills buried inside your console
Just like the Pillsbury Doughboy, better tuck them behind your tonsils
I used to, ride to 8-Ball, MJG, Pimp C, Bun B, Dr. Dre and Snoop too
But now it's Andre and flute music
Calibrate, meditate, collaborate, with some like minds
Stay in my lane, inside the dotted lines
Back in the day, wanted Porsches, bruh, just so I could slam doors and stunt
Now I can't even afford to front, I'm cool with a Chevrolet Corsica, cuh, cuh
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain
I still give thanks, I could if I wanted, but what would it change
Not a motherf*ckin' thing
All I need, is a Chevy with some 808
Just let me swang, in my Chevrolet
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain,
I still give thanks
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Started from the bottom of the map
Now I'm in the penthouse suite
A nigga like me can't sleep, gotta stay on the grind till the Ms on me
As soon as I get that one, I'ma turn that mothaf*cka into three
I put a couple of niggas I know on, and show love to the ones that love me
Ok I do what I can to protect my brand, so you know I'm rollin' with the heat
I also plan out my work and I work out my plan, just to see my bank account increase
I never switch up at all, on none of my dogs, they know I'ma always keep it G
And I stay ten toes into it, till we get to it, this lit music very therapeutic for the user
So sit back and relax, cause we back, believe that, the fake love you showin', we don't need that
And I can see that, by the way that you react, that he cap, the side that he never be at
And that seems odd to me, cause I say fraud, but you say God, but that's not godly to me
Obviously
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain
I still give thanks, I could if I wanted, but what would it change
Not a motherf*ckin' thing
All I need, is a Chevy with some 808
Just let me swang, in my Chevrolet
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain,
I still give thanks
I chipped the paint, but no complaints, I twist the dank, I still give thanks
Negative balance in the bank, but just enough cash to fill the tank
Let's hit the interstate, ever seen this number, might be a little play
If we get pulled over, don't instigate, let the lawyers litigate
The po-po might poke you, if you got pills buried inside your console
Just like the Pillsbury Doughboy, better tuck them behind your tonsils
I used to, ride to 8-Ball, MJG, Pimp C, Bun B, Dr. Dre and Snoop too
But now it's Andre and flute music
Calibrate, meditate, collaborate, with some like minds
Stay in my lane, inside the dotted lines
Back in the day, wanted Porsches, bruh, just so I could slam doors and stunt
Now I can't even afford to front, I'm cool with a Chevrolet Corsica, cuh, cuh
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain
I still give thanks, I could if I wanted, but what would it change
Not a motherf*ckin' thing
All I need, is a Chevy with some 808
Just let me swang, in my Chevrolet
Yeah, thangs could be better, but I can't complain,
I still give thanks
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Writer: Deion Moore, Dorian Rogers
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Performed By: Paul-D
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Deion Moore, Dorian Rogers

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