Axe2Grind
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
Like, I don't wanna ride with these hoes
I wouldn't be caught dead beside all these hoes
Shorty by my side got me juxtaposed
Like, get off my back they hard to dispose
Like, shorty got the crocs and the hair dyed black
She don't know my name she don't care like that
Never spoke a word or made eye contact
The shorty with the crocs and the hair dyed black
Shorty with the crocs and her hair dyed black
Never turn her head never gonna look back
Moved on from her ex got no baggage to unpack
Gotta shoot my shot get your words straight jack
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
Like, I don't got like money or dough
But if you wanna just take this shit slow
Then I'm about to pop off with the flow
And we about to get a brand new chateau
And a new G-Wagon in the driveway, shorty
Hit up all your friends let's have a five-way, shorty
Tell me what you want I'm on the highway, shorty
Let's take you on a flight up in the flyway, shorty
Like, am she isolated like an alien
Red flannel on, she Canadian
Forgot her name but I think it's Adrian
Dark makeup on, Transylvanian
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
Like, it's not fuckin' easy to write music alone
Boomer Money can't do this shit on his own
Like, I ain't fuckin' Bladee and I ain't Post Malone
But can you be my shorty cause you're bad to the bone
And by bad I mean hot, like a crock pot
Those good looks got me fuckin' shook
Like, I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself
You got me lookin' at you like an elf on the shelf
Like an elf on the shelf, shorty
Triple S with the belt, shorty
All these feelings you have felt for me
How can you live with yourself, shorty
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
Like, I don't wanna ride with these hoes
I wouldn't be caught dead beside all these hoes
Shorty by my side got me juxtaposed
Like, get off my back they hard to dispose
Like, shorty got the crocs and the hair dyed black
She don't know my name she don't care like that
Never spoke a word or made eye contact
The shorty with the crocs and the hair dyed black
Shorty with the crocs and her hair dyed black
Never turn her head never gonna look back
Moved on from her ex got no baggage to unpack
Gotta shoot my shot get your words straight jack
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
Like, I don't got like money or dough
But if you wanna just take this shit slow
Then I'm about to pop off with the flow
And we about to get a brand new chateau
And a new G-Wagon in the driveway, shorty
Hit up all your friends let's have a five-way, shorty
Tell me what you want I'm on the highway, shorty
Let's take you on a flight up in the flyway, shorty
Like, am she isolated like an alien
Red flannel on, she Canadian
Forgot her name but I think it's Adrian
Dark makeup on, Transylvanian
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
I've got an axe to grind like I'm Guggimon
I leave my past behind, bitch I'm movin' on
I got a fine new shorty you can zoom in on
I'll bring her back to the bed with the music on
Like, it's not fuckin' easy to write music alone
Boomer Money can't do this shit on his own
Like, I ain't fuckin' Bladee and I ain't Post Malone
But can you be my shorty cause you're bad to the bone
And by bad I mean hot, like a crock pot
Those good looks got me fuckin' shook
Like, I don't know what I'm gonna do with myself
You got me lookin' at you like an elf on the shelf
Like an elf on the shelf, shorty
Triple S with the belt, shorty
All these feelings you have felt for me
How can you live with yourself, shorty
Credits
Writer(s): Milan Nicholaichuk
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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