| Flossing for my ends when they, all in line
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| I know it look like we balling, but it’s a constant grind
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| I got my mind on money, (3D2 taking over the game)
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| I got my mind on my money, (Young Paccinos finna do the same)
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| I’m living so thoed in the game, when I’m swanging the block
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| I’m thinking I can have a dot, so I can rock the yacht
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| I’m pulling out my slab wood gripping the grain, drop top Dreamcast in a six
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| inch frame
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| We Gucci shades and playa made with bald fades, and way 16 me and customized
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| I watch satellites boy you better recognize
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| I’ll make you realize I still be in them bubble eyes
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| I’m thinking nationwide and being platinum plus
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| I’m bringing ten 18's in a baby bus
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| When I’m on the flip I’m moving state to state
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| I bet my pit genocide can get the hate straight
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| We glass 4's and we glass 3's, watch a twelve inch screen with a DVD
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| No more VC’s flying overseas
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| I’m first class in a jet that’s going to West Key
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| And Maab till I fall you better hold what you got
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| Get up out my spot and we don’t want no plex
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| And who’s next to flex I’m fin to relieve my stress
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| One shot red dots keep me acting a mess
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| I must confess man I be thoed on the mic, 3D2 for life so you better get it
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| right
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| And I’m running everything, that I need to receive
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| So you better believe a playa like me, gon shine indeed
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| TV’s I customize, gotta stay on a constant grind
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| Er’body trying to hold me down but it’s my time to shine, so I gotta get out
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| and get mine
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| Ery’body wanna be down, but where you motherfuckers at when I ain’t even have a
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| dime
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| In my fifth when I come around it’s gon four rise, so let my top down on my way
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| to Chi-Town
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| Acting bad on Southside, fuck with 4's so I can calm my nerves down
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| Hop to Mars and we gon ride out, got a couple Glocks it’s more than one dot
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| When I ride the block you hear chop-chop-chop, but it’s 'fore I’m rude sideways
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| in a drop
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| I got too many bops up on my jock, we six cars deep over at iHop it don’t stop
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| Say flip out on the grind and drop the top, swang down on glass crawl up the
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| block
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| Had to cock the Glock make the ass end hop, with a magic wand and put locks on
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| blocks
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| Two by the pine jump on my grind, make my money when I lead my line
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| Whip the grain I’ll remain the same, but I’m two piece Gucci tailor made down
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| Candy red stains on they brain, better turn your head cause I hog my lane
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| Calculators and Internet, I swang on glass and squash the plex
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| Lil' Kendro is in the trunk, ride thoed and crank it up
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| Throw the deuce and raise it up, body rock and blaze it up
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| Coming through in a big body, we swang the block and chopping like karate
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| In a Mazratti when I drop the top the screens fall, I steady be shining
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| Everybody wanna meet the thugs, that came on from the ground on up
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| And I remember they just skip in the club
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| And now we up in a hot tub and now we sipping on mud
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| Do you like the marble on my flo'
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| This here body cost 50 G’s for the pictures on my wall
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| You like the chandaleers up in my hall
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| And everytime I do a show, everybody stand up and applaud
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| Cause I’m a playa that was born to ball
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| They checking the ice and they wanna start pricing it
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| Because they think, I got the nicest wrist
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| But when I step in the do' I be breaking the shows, it’s like the dude who
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| slicing it
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| Me and my kinfolk Trae steady blue over grey, Maabing the block on a constant
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| grind
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| Tip on the top’s all bubbly and everything is lovely, look we putting it down
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| Past time to shine for me and my guerillas, Trae and Dougie D in the Escalade
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| Tipping out on glass blades chopping the block, TV screen for lil' girl Reign |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Constant Grind, artist - DJ Screw. Album song Screw Tape in the Deck, Pt 3: The Final Chapter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп