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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Grind Flow Lyrics

Grind Flow Lyrics[Verse]
If you love that nigga, right before you sleep, y'all should pray
And in yo prayers, you should ask yo' God to open the gates
Put all yo' feelings in the bottle, toss it up in the lake
Get yo' position on a ride, that's how you knock off his face
John Legend in the coupe with killas', all of em' bang
Drop a bag, pull of a tag and then you right off the name
Nobody knows, what goes on in my brain
This world so cold, I heat it up with that flame
Youngin' thirteen on the block, shootin' heroine in his veins
You love that girl, that ain't yo' girl if she don't feel yo pain
That nigga ain't right for me, I had to cut off my mains
Speak on my name, get held in court, bitch I'ma knock out yo' brain
Where yo love go and where yo' time go?
Ridеr, top shotta, that brown eyes flow
Movin' like a prеsident lil nigga, keep that iron though
Let go yo' past, movin' fast, you should die slow
Nigga this that grind flow (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga this that grind flow (That grind flow)
Nigga this that grind flow (That grind flow)
Nigga this that grind flow, this that grind flow
To my niggas dead and gone, I hope and pray you made it to heaven
Like fuck that scripted shit we live, so I'ma preach like a reverend
Better watch yo' lips, come off the hip, blow up shit like 911
At the Trump Hotel, smoke the room out, fuck the shit that they sellin'
Catchin' my nigga, place the number real quick, I'ma bet it
Sit at the table, flirt with waitress, then go home and watch Belly
I get pissed off, pull my dick out, piss on a bitch like R. Kelly
Then go to court and fight the charges, mother fuck it, I said it
I wanna live like a king and I'ma die like a soldier
I'm with some cold blooded killa's who come straight out Magnolia
That diamond ring come out the dirt, that nigga play, I'ma fold em'
“Speak on my momma, that's a problem” that's exactly what I told em'
Live like a Dotta, move in silence, plenty bodies like Folly (Huh?)
That money stuffed all in my pockets, push lil fourty and roll it
I tote two years when I tote that Glock, but mother fuck it, I tote it
Clear out the lenses when I clear out the block, that fourty Glock, I'ma blow it
Them speakers bangin' down the block, a hunnit rocks, I done sold it
Interference with the cops, that nigga bitch, he done told it
Tell me how you livin, I'm affiliated with killas
Still got some soldiers on the street, but most is locked in that prison
This how I'm feelin' and I love to give affection, attention
I got hollows off in the clip, equip that shit to yo' dental
Now bitch, die