clocks and working fingers to cuticles. Patience tested under fluorescents inside a cubicle. It's a nine to five grind. It's a nine to five grind. Lower
and working fingers to cuticles. Patience tested under fluorescents inside a cubicle. It's a nine to five grind. It's a nine to five grind. Lower your
it with sexual But don't think, I don't think of having sex with you I'm trying to get next to you, but you being rude In the club with ya guns out, shooting
strictly speaking, I was 4ft tall with a 3ft mohican, I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink, Engraved ?punk 4 life? on my arm with a safety pin
grind, hit Harlem shake me (?) I ain't gotta problem lately, still see me hurting you rappers Low finger on the triggers, all my A-K work with the clappers
arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru' All my niggas do what I got 'em for Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme Lines
cold cash you know, I won't need Bruno I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint All the high
lame trippin? on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin? shit Came in that bitch with
While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
playin with water tryna stretch it come holla at me For that scratch I'll peel your potato I ain't running with the G-unit but I fucks with Yayo I know
shit the fuck up!) Slim Thugga! Boss Hogg Outlawz! (hahaha) Star Trak! OHHHHHHHHH!!!! [Chorus - Slim Thug] Playa you don't know You ain't seen nothing like this here before Playa
m glass 4's on the Boulevard Playing my section, with my Escalade in the garage With genocide baby, you can't and haters be crazy Approaching me with
Cause da youngn' on his grind, Youngn' on his grind, Young ? youngn on his grind. Some say I'm next to be the greatest, Your jealousy comes with success
bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with
with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit, diapers love to play with matches and drink
peach Drip right off ya chin. And im bubbalicious good, make ya boyfriend grin. I, I, Im, Im so fly. Juicy like a peach. And im bubbalicious good, make ya boyfriend grin