London On Da Track - Grinder lyrics

[Word Play] Baby pa** me the grinder Baby pa** me the grinder Baby pa** me the grinder Eyyy, baby just pa** me the grinder, yeah! [Verse 1: Word Play] Word Play the don I'm a Lou n***a and I'm from Ferguson Smoking with my main and she wetter than a pond k**ing every track, need Willy B to pay the bond I'm a stoner by the way And I got these hoes geeking off some ecstasy Doing shows, making videos, don't you see? I'm at the top of the game, that's meant to be f** out of here saying you're better than Tonio Yo career gon go where them cigarello guts go And I'll take your girl quick, like I run the hundo Bang her real good, walking like she got Polio My new plug is me, only me! I Can't rely on nobody else for the tree Bruh, I'm higher than Apollo 13 Aye Q, sprinkle that kief on this GB [Chorus: Word Play] Someone pa** me my grinder Someone pa** me my grinder Someone pa** me my grinder Eyyy, someone just pa** me my grinder, yeah Someone pa** me the grinder Eyyy, Someone pa** me the grinder Eyyy, Someone pa** me my grinder Pa** me my grinder, pa** the grinder, pa** the grinder! [Verse 2: Tha Boy C-Rock] Girl you need to throw that, you know I got that sticky-icky I got her grinding on me, good looking Pretty Ricky Biggest a** best, 'cause you know the boy picky She love blowing and s**ing, she tryna give my dick a hickie Okay, I be tryna roll up I pulled out the shotgun, but I swear she had me held up Pa** me the grinder, with that kush scent on your fingers Boy that's suspicious like a tough guy with a girly ringer sh**, f** that, boy I got that real thrax I'm grocery, they closed, oh fasho these n***as will tax [?] having cooking full meals, you can't just pack a lunch You be taking less hits, you swear the blunt was packed a punch You can call me the kush king I smoke and treat the kush like a little fling Blown as f**, damn right I'm on that high sh** Man I swear I be higher than Team Rocket! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Willy B] Somebody pa** me the grinder. Somebody pa** me the grinder Yeah, I'm a slide up behind her Roll up a blunt, and I'm a blind her With all this smoke, yeah b**h you better not f**ing choke, yeah What you gon do, deep throat? Yeah Smoking all night, oh-woah, yeah Pa** me the grinder, yo Pa** me the grinder, yo Pa** me the grinder, yo, yo, yo! Last week, I think I smoked an ounce Maybe not, I can't count Bring it back, we gon bounce Back to your crib, smoke an ounce, damn [Chorus]