Lyrics

Grand for the night Roll up my weed Grab for the nine Roll up my weed Grab for the nine Roll up my weed Grand for the night Roll up my Roll up my weed Grab for the nine Roll up my Grand for the night Roll up the weed Grab for the nine Roll up my weed Grab for the nine Roll up my weed Grand for the night Roll for the weed Grand for the Grand Grand Roll up the weed Then I gotta flee Preme on my briefs Chills up my sleeve Chill chill baby please Suck me till I sleep Thats my lil freak They wanna flick of me trynna get up on some of my steez I got floss on me On the south side with my aunt lisa huh Six twelves in the speakers You can feel the vibrate through the seats huh I got it for my reasons I was up five tryna get an increase Grab for the nine Roll up my Roll roll grab Grab for the nine nine Nine nine Grab for the roll Grab roll up the roll Grab Check Okay now yea I be that nigga that you heard about Gold all in my grillin chillin nigga fuck your word of mouth She wanna come suck me til i'm dry And fall asleep but I got shit to do Money never made itself Neaux ID resemble who Okay now bitch you trippin Never find nobody do this shit like pimpin Never simpin trickin off on pussy still don't never get it Must be out your mind On my grizzly on my grind Please don't bother hitting my line cause I don't never have the time I got Chocolate toddy come and pop my collar for me uh If you can't rep the house then you is not my homie uh All that talking baby why don't you come show me uh Fellatio inside the coupe don't mean you know me huh Plus I pop a lot of shit that's why they hating on the kid But it don't matter cause nobody ever touch me And yea I used to pitch in five to get the grammy Now I'm smoking out the ounce but never call a nigga lucky Bitch Damn This some good Grand for the night Roll up the weed Grab for the nine Roll up my weed Grab for the nine Roll for the weed Grab for the grab grab Roll up the weed Then I gotta flee Preme on my briefs uh Chills up my sleeve Chill Chill baby please Suck me till I sleep Thats my lil freak They wanna flick of me trynna get up on some of my steez I got floss on me On the south side with my aunt lisa huh Six twelves in the speakers You can feel the vibrate through the seats huh I got it for my reasons I was up five tryna get an increase Grab for the nine Roll up my Roll roll grab Grab for the nine nine Nine nine Grab for the roll Grab roll up the roll Grab I aint lost my mind just high im not crazy Seats on recline from side to side swangin Sip until im right then rock-a-bye baby This was in 05 na na na na I aint lost my mind just high im not crazy Seats on recline from side to side swangin Sip until im right then rock-a-bye baby You niggas aint fucking with me nigga I put everything on it They wanna flick of me tryna get up on some my I got so many reasons why theses niggas can't fuck with my Steez ease up on this dope or get a line I was like ten in the front lawn post up or pick a side Bitch Back like what I missed Niggas gone make me pissed Drop that shit it don't hit Notice I had to get rid of them Now the house black I'm lit Bae like chill you offending them Tell em all suck my Nigga you just old you aint no og nigga All them story tales getting old fuck what what you told me nigga Steez all black like mason garçon fabrics bet I look cozy in it Aint no need to panic got it all handled You don't know me know me
Writer(s): Christopher Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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