Curry Grind'

Pull up for the three
Steph curry, caint stop me
Why they tryin to get to me
Why they tryin to stop me

Chris Paul between the lane
Ou ya lookin like Tim Hardaway oh no oh no
I'm the one to blame
I've been on the grind
You bout take this L, triple L, triple L
3 time champ
About to go for the 4th
Eyes shut, Brights up
Pulling up for 30
Half court shot
I Ain't even lucky
Got God is in my side
Watching me every single day daily
Ya I'm on a new wave new vibe
Talking about that real shit oookayyy
I've been grinding
Grindin grindin grindin
Never play with my food
Grindin grindin grindin
I'm the realest nigga ever told

And I'm feeling like curry
And I never got no worries
Y'all betta hurry
Feelin like curry
Curry
Cook curry

Y'all better hurry
Put ya hand up
Don't shoot close out
About to pull up
Kevin Hart
Truck about to pop
Destined to be great
They stay trying to foul me
Tried to stop me
Go around that and-1
Getting okii
Get up out my way
Feelin like Lebron james
I know i can't be stop
So i staying juggin on em
Juggin on em
Then i Hit em with that shoulder lean
Shoulder lean
Father son Holy Spirit
Thank you for taking this shot
Ima shoot up everything
With my glock, curry
They all wanna shoot ya down
They don't wanna pick you up
They never wanna lift you
So everybody talking about they got guns
They got money, got girls, got drugs
What is that
When all that falls down
Yeen gunna have nobody else

And i feeling like curry
And I never got no worries
Y'all betta hurry
Feelin like curry

Curry
Cook cook curry
Cook cook curry
Cook cook curry
Cook cook curry
Curry



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Writer(s): Anthony Woods
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