Designed To Grind

See I was designed to grind
All day nigga neva tired
Even when I'm fried I be grindin
Gotta make it rain no matter the climate

Chinky eyed Stevie high cheese n fries
French pies
These guys know what time it is
Like a soda pop ima make it fizz

Get da fuck outta the way
My goons gon come in they gon spray
U gotta get the chips to my lay
Ruffle sum dough n I play

Nigga this ain't no game
Switch up the game like Nintendo
U smokin that mid I smoke indoe
I got dat gas lika citco

Playin dem games u don't kno wat u in fo
Boy u bout soft as a muhfuckin pillow
U da typa nigga that hoop wit da rim low
Boy u da type to name his son Winslow

U on that fuck shit
I'm up in the function
Everybody kno Smit a og
I got that green like obie kanobi

U bout that action then u gotta show me
Don't be pretendin missin yelling Kobe



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Monsoon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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