| Nighttime ridin', I could feel the breeze
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| My right-hand man whippin' shorties in the back seat
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| Tell me, what else do I need?
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| Feel like I manifest everything I see
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| Lately, I been on a roll on the low
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| Been a broken record with like four choes in a row
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| Always end up saying shit like, ''Go with the flow''
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| Swear I’m turning me into a man, I don’t even know
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| But these hoes will be hoes, seen it first hand
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| Now I only run the give-n-go, I’m the worst, man
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| I be over shit quick, I just hit the red button then I get lit
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| Don’t keep in touch, keep the distance
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| I just hit the red button and I get lit
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| On my level check the dipstick
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| I be on my level, on my level when I get lit
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| Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty, grip the road, grip, grip
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| Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through, it’s a trip
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| Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
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| Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man
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| Talking to my dogs about the future
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| I been feeling confident as hell, we won’t have it how we
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| We won’t have it how we use' to
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| I been leading by example, I been really transcending
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| In between, a new beginning and a happy ending
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| I don’t want this shit to change any of us
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| Last of the real ones
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| There ain’t many of us
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| I remember thinking different every time they said they love us (love us)
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| Now they really love us, the women undercover every time they under covers
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| All these girls snitchin' on each other, they the coldest
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| They tryna turn my new girl into my old bitch (Old bitch)
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| That shit is unbecoming
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| I tend to find it if they always down, then they up to somethin'
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| They double O’s, like it’s nothin', nothin'
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| I kick em' out the double doors, then I hit the button
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| Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
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| Yeah, get a grip, look at' what I go through, it’s a trip
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| Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
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| Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man
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| Maybe I’m just too selective
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| Maybe I’m afraid of gettin' rejected
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| Maybe I’m just lookin' for perfection
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| Maybe I just don’t put in the effort
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| People are petty these days, men ain’t ready these days
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| Women hoeing, but they want a man that’s steady these days
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| Maybe I’m too set in my ways, I don’t know
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| Maybe you don’t love me, it’s just something you say
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| That’s why I grip the road
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| Yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and grip the road, grip, grip
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| Yeah, get a grip, look at what I go through, it’s a trip
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| Oh yeah, get a grip, grip the booty and I grip the road, yeah
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| Ohh, grip, look at where this shit been taking me, it’s a trip man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grip , by - Packy. Song from the album Mad Lifey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп