Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inside of the Groove , by - Rittz. Song from the album Top of the Line, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.05.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Inside of the Groove |
| Yuh-uh yea |
| Ugh |
| Ain’t I so smooth |
| I know that you like the way I move |
| When the clock strikes two |
| I’m gon' have you inside of the groove |
| Inside of the groove |
| Tatted up with my jewelry on, my shoes looking so brand new |
| Stunting like Mont-Blanc Legend on my clothes |
| Being broke is a no-can-do |
| And I still can’t lose |
| My team stay winnin' we can have any girl we can choose |
| We in the ATL but |
| We be partying like we in Cancun |
| Double shots of the Avion with no lime to chase |
| Bout to wipe the slate clean and ride the wave |
| I gotta diamond bracelet, designer shades |
| Suede retro nines, look behind the drapes |
| When neighbors sleep we was geeked up wide awake |
| We making money when the clock strikes two |
| And the kids say Rittz I wish I was like you, ooh |
| Ain’t I so smooth, Yeah |
| Ain’t I so smooth |
| I know that you like the way I move |
| When the clock strikes two |
| I’m gon' have you inside of the groove |
| Pullin' up in my slab |
| I’m the man with the mac |
| I don’t rap, I trap |
| But I look like I rap |
| Meetin' good dudes cool |
| Meetin' fake dudes ain’t |
| I play by the rules |
| A fuck boy I ain’t |
| I ain’t with that old sucker shit |
| Gettin' money is all that I’m familiar with |
| Diamond clusters all on my fist |
| Rolex watch cost 46, thow-ow |
| Used to be broke, now I’m a cash cow |
| I’m a plug, got the jug in my pack now |
| Hella love in my hood, smokin' black and mild |
| Bitch motherfucker I’m smooth |
| Ain’t I so smooth |
| I know that you like the way I move |
| When the clock strikes two |
| I’m gon' have you inside of the groove |
| I made a bunch and man I’m bout to celebrate |
| I prolly should be rockin' somethin' tailor made |
| They wishin' I would stop but I accelerate |
| I got a bottle and some molly in the cellophane |
| Some purple liquid in my cup, no Welch’s grape |
| I got a couple more notches in my belt to make |
| I gave that bitch my number |
| I ain’t sittin' 'round waitin' for my cell to ring |
| And this a lost cause |
| Our squad |
| Messin' up the room leavin' jaws, bras |
| Layin' on the floor, leaving' bars, straws |
| Layin' on the table by the vase, ya’ll |
| Lookin' at me like you seen a star |
| When I pull up my car everybody like whooo! |
| Rittz up in this bitch and I’m like true |
| Ain’t I so smooth, Yeah |
| Ain’t I so smooth |
| I know that you like the way I move |
| When the clock strikes two |
| I’m gon' have you inside of the groove |
| Ohhh, ohhh |
| Ohhh, ohhh |