Bitch, it's YAAH
One and only child of the god
I ain't beefin with a nigga
Tell em meet me on top
Mind over matter
Til your brain on your socks
I be kickin big shit
Tell your bitch to kick rocks
From the land of the lost
Where my whole city rocks
I ain't try'n diss HOV
Listen close cuz I'm not
But we don't fly paper planes
Bitch I barely jot
I was made for the booth
F*ck sleep'n on a cot
I can teach you how to cook it
In a booth or the pot
But you gotta watch your action
When your movin on the block
And we all get a turn
But the oven get hot
Guess it's time to go to work
I need some boots and some socks
Tell Ben punch me in
Like a nigga punch a clock
Told shorty bring a friend
That's a ten to the spot
Now they going through the lines
Til they twisted like a clock
And i'm sick in the head
I put the glizzy to her mouth
Hit it from the back
And I kick the bitch out
Watch what you say
Like you got eyes in your mouth
Flow so deep
You'll f*ck around and drown
In the pool full of sharks
This ain't class for a clown
All this math in my pocket
Gettin hard to account
And i'm going for the bucks
Til my head on a mount
If you rush me
Touch it touch it
Then his body not found
And I always been the one
You just findin out now
Yaah! - Grindin' (Freestyle) Lyrics
Yaah! - Grindin' (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Bitch, it's YAAH
One and only child of the god
I ain't beefin with a nigga
Tell em meet me on top
Mind over matter
Til your brain on your socks
I be kickin big shit
Tell your bitch to kick rocks
From the land of the lost
Where my whole city rocks
I ain't try'n diss HOV
Listen close cuz I'm not
But we don't fly paper planes
Bitch I barely jot
I was made for the booth
F*ck sleep'n on a cot
I can teach you how to cook it
In a booth or the pot
But you gotta watch your action
When your movin on the block
And we all get a turn
But the oven get hot
Guess it's time to go to work
I need some boots and some socks
Tell Ben punch me in
Like a nigga punch a clock
Told shorty bring a friend
That's a ten to the spot
Now they going through the lines
Til they twisted like a clock
And i'm sick in the head
I put the glizzy to her mouth
Hit it from the back
And I kick the bitch out
Watch what you say
Like you got eyes in your mouth
Flow so deep
You'll f*ck around and drown
In the pool full of sharks
This ain't class for a clown
All this math in my pocket
Gettin hard to account
And i'm going for the bucks
Til my head on a mount
If you rush me
Touch it touch it
Then his body not found
And I always been the one
You just findin out now
One and only child of the god
I ain't beefin with a nigga
Tell em meet me on top
Mind over matter
Til your brain on your socks
I be kickin big shit
Tell your bitch to kick rocks
From the land of the lost
Where my whole city rocks
I ain't try'n diss HOV
Listen close cuz I'm not
But we don't fly paper planes
Bitch I barely jot
I was made for the booth
F*ck sleep'n on a cot
I can teach you how to cook it
In a booth or the pot
But you gotta watch your action
When your movin on the block
And we all get a turn
But the oven get hot
Guess it's time to go to work
I need some boots and some socks
Tell Ben punch me in
Like a nigga punch a clock
Told shorty bring a friend
That's a ten to the spot
Now they going through the lines
Til they twisted like a clock
And i'm sick in the head
I put the glizzy to her mouth
Hit it from the back
And I kick the bitch out
Watch what you say
Like you got eyes in your mouth
Flow so deep
You'll f*ck around and drown
In the pool full of sharks
This ain't class for a clown
All this math in my pocket
Gettin hard to account
And i'm going for the bucks
Til my head on a mount
If you rush me
Touch it touch it
Then his body not found
And I always been the one
You just findin out now
Writer: Anthony cirtwell
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