Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Yo Shine On, artist - Payroll Giovanni. Date of issue: 21.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Yo Shine On |
| Let the summer be my witness, let the summer be my witness |
| This summer I’ma kill 'em, this summer I’ma kill 'em |
| Don’t give a fuck about they feelings, don’t give a fuck about they feelings |
| I’m ballin' on 'em I don’t feel 'em, I’m ballin' on 'em I don’t feel 'em |
| Every summer, we grind, we grind, we grind, we grind |
| So we shine, we shine, we shine, we shine, every summer |
| We grind, we grind, we grind, we grind |
| So we shine, we shine, we shine, we shine |
| Summertime here, time to get to the balling |
| It’s time to see who was grindin' and who was talkin' |
| In my city shit, even the females flossin' |
| Rockin' chains and Rollies, only fuckin' with bosses |
| All winter I been on some stack shit |
| Adding to my mattress, not tryna subtract shit |
| Baby, I been focused I don’t need no distractions |
| I grind with ambition and hustle with a passion |
| Back in the coupe out the rim shop |
| Just threw the shoes om Headin' to the jewelry store, left with new jewels on I know how to move so you know I got the tool on Try some bullshit, I’m sending you and your dude home |
| I’m pullin' up on niggas with a Fifth |
| Like I don’t wanna hear shit, take a sip |
| I dropped the top then pulled up on your bitch |
| Like don’t you wish your man was ridin' like this? |
| Let the summer be my witness, let the summer be my witness |
| This summer I’ma kill 'em, this summer I’ma kill 'em |
| Don’t give a fuck about they feelings, don’t give a fuck about they feelings |
| I’m ballin' on 'em I don’t feel 'em, I’m ballin' on 'em I don’t feel 'em |
| Every summer, we grind, we grind, we grind, we grind |
| So we shine, we shine, we shine, we shine, every summer |
| We grind, we grind, we grind, we grind |
| So we shine, we shine, we shine, we shine |
| Walked up in the mall, 'bout to ball with my dawgs |
| Hit Neiman’s then Saks, it’s like we leaving with sacks |
| Diamonds gleamin' off my neck, I peeped your hoe peep back |
| Shoes Valentino, jeans cost a G or two |
| Jewels, cost a key or two |
| I grind then you see the |
| I set myself a motherfucking goal and had to see it through |
| New plush crib out the way, you should see the view |
| Just got the whip watch |
| Pockets deep from makin' pitstops |
| Summertime, shit get hot |
| But I’m stayin' on chill from the wrist watch |
| Ridin' on Forgi’s, grab they phones when they see me and record me Naw they can’t ignore me, they can’t help but notice |
| Put my whole winter work in, now a young nigga lonely |
| Let the summer be my witness, let the summer be my witness |
| This summer I’ma kill 'em, this summer I’ma kill 'em |
| Don’t give a fuck about they feelings, don’t give a fuck about they feelings |
| I’m ballin' on 'em I don’t feel 'em, I’m ballin' on 'em I don’t feel 'em |
| Every summer, we grind, we grind, we grind, we grind |
| So we shine, we shine, we shine, we shine, every summer |
| We grind, we grind, we grind, we grind |
| So we shine, we shine, we shine, we shine |