Lil Wayne - Grindin’ (ft. Drake) (Traduction Française) lyrics

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[Intro]
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’
Grindin’, grindin’

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’, I’m grindin’ I promise
I f*ck her until I get tired, retire and then come out retirement
My girl like it rough she said “find me a diamond”
Her body be grindin’
Lord we be on every kind of narcotic
That make us believe, when we lyin’, we honest, I love you
Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers
Too much dirty money when the colors
Are washing the whites in the dryer my n*gga
It ain’t rocket science just rockets
I sleep in pus*y not pajamas, grindin'
I got this sh*t down to a science, I turn in my project, A minus
Whew, I ain’t crazy, I’m krazy and all of my n*ggas chaotic
Dressed in all black like they gothic
Music too loud to hear sirens, we pop, pop, pop up where you stay
Knock, knock, knock, anyone home?
Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie
I need a b*tch like Naomi to take off her clothes like Leilani for n*ggas that’s grindin’
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
n*gga I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
Grindin’ for all my sh*t
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
I put time into all this sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
Perfect timing with all my sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
The feds be spying on all of us n*gga
These hoes be lying to all of us n*gga
I got news for the monogamous n*ggas
Yo' b*tch f*cking anonymous n*ggas
I done seen it all my n*gga
Cause these hoes seeing all of my n*ggas
Cause what’s the hottest sh*t on these corners?
That’s me and all my n*ggas
Grind for all this sh*t, I ain’t ever fall for that b*tch
Cause picking up the feather from a lovebird
Is like a medicine ball to that b*tch
We'll bring Gucci bag in this b*tch
And you know what's stashed in that b*tch
These n*ggas walk around with they chests out
Like Janet Jackson and sh*t
I’m sweatin’ grindin’ this b*tch, I need a shrine in this b*tch
f*ck double O seven, I work twenty-four seven
Ain’t got time to bond with no b*tch
Heard Jay-Z got a new Cognac, where to find that sh*t?
The weed sticky, grind that sh*t
Where I got it from? Nevermind that sh*t
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
n*gga I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
Grindin’ for all my sh*t
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
I put time into all this sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
Perfect timing with all my sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t

[Verse 3: Drake]
I got a new vision for all my sh*t
I don’t know what to call that sh*t
I know, I’m selling all of my cars
I’m selling all of my watches
I’m selling diamonds and all of that sh*t
Realized I don’t need that sh*t
I’m a different breed with this sh*t
I’m tryna turn M’s to B’s in this sh*t
And I ain’t ever pay to be with no b*tch
I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hanging over my bed
Fifty mill in one room, you, you could ask anyone out here
Who running the game? And they’ll tell you the truth
Man, they'll tell you
Oh look, they f*ck with me now
I think they’re hearin' me now
Someone said "n*gga they takin' you seriously now"
I’m like "I think they just might be scared of me now"
But it’s all good, n*ggas wrong every day, n*ggas wrong every day
Go, goin' to LA where I’m tryna get high and do a song every day
Safe, we ain’t ever have to play it safe
I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe
Then peek inside the safe and see I’m runnin' out of space
Mothaf*cka that’s grindin'
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
n*gga I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
Grindin’ for all my sh*t
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
I put time into all this sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t
Perfect timing with all my sh*t
I’m grindin’ for all my sh*t

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
(Grindin’, grindin’) Perfect timing
(Grindin’, grindin’)
(grindin’, grindin’)
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Than peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space
Believe that

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them n*ggas cool out
Cause it can be a mohaf*cking shoot-out
Kidnap a n*gga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pus*y b*tches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out, they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I’m f*cking every night up in my new house
Cause b*tch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’
I’m f*cking every night up in my new house
Cause b*tch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’
I’m f*cking every night up in my new house
Cause b*tch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’

[Outro]
Twap, Twap!
Twap, Twap!
In the house, we got the swag
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