Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grind All Day, artist - Jae Millz. Date of issue: 04.02.2013
Song language: English
Grind All Day |
| I got my own wave no need to ride joes |
| I’m five ten but my money bout 5−4 |
| Pull up on the set fresh from the lock boy |
| How bout now hate kill yourself suicide doors |
| My bitch bad but the calm in bed |
| I come through white coast looking like casper |
| While I’m seeing the AKA the only thing that matters |
| We coby in the four tiger and the master |
| Shout out the nigga in simply 'cause she the baddest |
| Shout out being rumples for stealing my air lips |
| Leg out, I’m a bring it back up town |
| With them fly girls let me 'cause I’m so up town |
| Yeah she gotta ask like a full moon |
| And some say for her to walk in the full room nigga |
| Call me jay, call me millz, might as well call me bufallo |
| 'Cause I’m bout my mother fuckin bills what it is |
| Grind all day, party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Man man is a no-no, you already know though |
| Puffing all loud answers that’s the matter a nigga polo |
| Only lighting every day, every day, every day |
| Like we’re willin up some party like in 1968 |
| Lighted up in June and we gone till November |
| Diamonds like the guff boy like… consider |
| These niggas ain’t hot they could be my dinner |
| Shoot this ass back to when niggas was riding on spinners |
| And I go ahead, let em spin |
| Fuck them losers man I came here to win |
| Tell I wait to spark my bottles again |
| Bad rare bone I’m bout to fuck her and her friend |
| Let’s begin, what it is, said I’m out of control |
| This whole party is out of control |
| Flow so straight dope like I duck curk cope |
| Out as grieving got my shit right about of his nose |
| Party all night |
| Grind all day, party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| I’m out of this world like I’m flying source |
| And my own rock cause nurture |
| Lord homie I’m a world wide scormure |
| Made of new joker, mother fuck you and whoever that endorsed you |
| You don’t want that walk, we run through you niggas on my pressure |
| All that little nigga mad huh |
| Can’t get right with you… |
| How dare you, but that bitches don’t hear you |
| And besides that boy, be careful |
| 'Cause I hunt you down make you outfit and will you |
| These little niggas don’t get it |
| My flow been hanable just wasn’t admit it |
| Hit your body twice with that get pack, get pack |
| Double up, double up, that’s a give pack, leave em give pack |
| Grind all day, party all night |
| Grind all day, party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind all day, party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |
| Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night |