Grindin lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Intro]
Okay, okay, okay, kyuh
Come on, come on
Uh-huh, listen

[Verse 1]
Ye' ain't say nothin', lil' mama I got those
And I'm about to bl-blow like snot nose (Whuh)
Oh, no, no homo (Ugh)
This is for my n*ggas, my n*ggas that don't know (Come on)
Please tell these rap b*tches to get ready (Ugh)
Don't get gassed unless you're gettin' getty
Don't get j*rk, j-j*rk don't get nutty
Fix up your paperwork, you're somebody
But you ain't better than the President (No)
I'm just too eloquent, b*tch, I'm the President
I be sittin' on a elephant
Countin' all my money where Stella went (Hahaha)
And I don't need my groove back (No)
Unless the n*gga lookin' like 2Pac (Oh)
Unless he got colors like Toucan
Sam (Uh-huh), Sam I am (Whuh)
Different color Lambs, Green Eggs and Ham (Okay)
Bet I could bake a gram like the baker's man (Okay)
Stop runnin' up on me like who? What? When?
I stay around the white like the Ku Klux Klan (Okay)
I stay around the sand, butter-pecan tan (Look, haha)
Butter-pecan tan (Kyuh)
I stay around the sand, butter-pecan tan, n*gga
[Bridge]
Damn, look, I'm a bad b*tch
I'ma give y'all a couple more bars, it's nothin', listen, look (Kyuh)

[Verse 2]
I was shotgun when the Bentley cruised up (Word)
I'm a bad b*tch let me put my shoes up (Okay)
I don't say, "Hi," I just throw my two's up (What up)
When I'm in Texas I chuck my deuce up
b*tches is snakes, sorta like Medusa (Uh-huh)
I get on the beats like a new producer
(I hate Nicki Minaj) Just excuse her
I'm in a GT, she in a PT Cruiser (Hahahaha)
I mean the PT bruiser
Dang, lil' mama, you is such a loser (Okay)
Okay, you is such a loser
Dang, lil' mama, you is such a loser, hahaha

[Outro]
I mean if I'm not the baddest b*tch who the f*ck is?
Like, I mean, you know when I do it it's done, like
You know? Get, get, get, get who you want
Like, I'ma body every last b*tch in the game
I'ma sit on my throne and
And, and I'ma, you know these b*tches, you know be-be pickin' my fruit out
Like, I-I want some ill, like you know some fresh strawberries and sh*t
Like tell them b*tches get ready to pick my fruit
Like, you know what I'm sayin'? I'ma be sittin on the throne
Like, you know what I'm sayin'? Like Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy, it's nothin', like
Ya, ya dig? Hahahaha
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