Grind Slope

My Money on a new grind slope
My Money on a new grind slope
I Gave her some racks
She just want the 2 by 4
She just want the 2 by 4
What is she on
I don't even know if she real
I don't even know if she real
Now what do I want
Imma enjoy the feel
But bitch I ain't going jail
On my grind slope

Skatin on my grind sleeping
Jakes still behind me on the south eastend
New benz
Driver Purto rican
No new friends
So the money talk to me then
Bad new bitch
Slide the mag smooth in
Said she like the trap house
And she tried to move in
Told that bitch
I wouldn't make 2cents
With my face screwed in
Chris brown - duces
She came back wit re up
For a key
Just Gave it to me
Said she down for the team
What it was
She just wanted what down
In my jeans
So how can I trust that
She downing for me
But when I'm down
She be clutchin
Pressure thousand degrees
Its a rule
That I gotta buss her down
For I leave
Give her pound like my dawgs
But before I hit the yard
I swear I'll putta bitch down
If I need, cuz



Credits
Writer(s): Prince Harrell
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