you can step in the ring when you feel Nigga just sound the bell Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin' Nigga we passed all that
out the tub it's like an ill flick caramel skin Bath and body works leave the whole room lit Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode Paint
lap dance I would say Yeah, that's what I'ma do Yeah I'm like a freak from Hunts Point, the bronze and the gold Wear my drawers in tight mode, naked
payin' paul, then peter get robbed on the side (teach) (yes, yes) If you been in perpetual, continuous grind mode And only been able to
happy to be alive I am playing with slingshots with renewable goods Think you got it tough because you're in the hood? negiative I am positive you would be in upset mode
That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah It's crazy on this side, come through, gun
to let that feather go As long as we have each other Our family grows Sidewalks to a country road Affection showed Connections code Direction slowed Reflections mode
Put that bitch in smash mode Boo, I got a back up plan to the back up plan To back up my back up plan And one and two, now you know what to do Motherfucker
Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
, tender touches my blood rushes Smiles and blushes on billboards and buses And me, I'm just a bronze skinned calm gentleman Slim fit and open arms mellow with a Don's grin
my life?s like the big screen (big screen) I feel like a desperado, on the track I just kick it like rilo? See me on the TV yeah, I be in grind mode
and witness the thrill Of an ass-whuppin, issued by the brothers in the khaki pants Some think I'm too light to fight, so then they'll win but I grin
mind and your behind So take off your drawers, and prepare for the grind I'm hornier than a motherfuckin horny-toad So pull my dick, and put me in butt mode
Wiwczarek] Most often a trap and a deception, a word can also be an act of creation and the careful repetition may bring into being new modes of existence
Why is it you fail, to see a man In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin'? In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin' to come up From the ashes
another blast' through the alleys in a beat-up Malley To the riots in Pelican Bay Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday [Verse 3 - Big B] Floss mode
bounced on him, cause he ain't tipping, bruh I got the dang on me walking like I'm limpin bro I'm powin straight gas, but ain't sipping, bro Bitch I'm in grind mode
Wynnwood hood stack short. I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all runnin with zozs. Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho. Flo-Rida, Grind mode