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letra de on the grind - ro kapone

[intro: ro kapone & geek boy]
i lied when i said i was coming
i did it
-all i’m thinking bout is this money-
i just want the money

[chorus: geek boy]
all i’m thinking bout is this money
i’m on my grind to get it
little mama say i be running through her mind
just ’bout a mile a minute
she say that we don’t spend enough time
that’s ’cause i’m trying to get it
money calling i can’t miss a dime
trying to get us out of them trenches

[verse 1: ro kapone]
she say i stay on her mind
told her take it one day at a time
i’ll be there soon as a n-gg- get time
you know i got to stay on the grind
pretty p-ssy pink panther
money calling got to answer
get in that p-ssy throw a tantrum
poured a deuce in the fanta
she called my phone i ain’t answer
it’s k!lling her like cancer
i can’t lay up you got to understand
that sh-t that you kicking i can’t comprehend
she my james porter i’m her tarzan
she said “i love you” i told her “stop playing”
all i do is think about the money
went to sleep dreamed about it
seven thousand feet from the church
i came up from public housing
had a dream i woke up in a coupe
with yo’ b-tch and his b-tch at the same time
vince carter in the kitchen
dope jumping out the pot
an it got hang time
what would you do for this paper?
never asked n-body for no favors
i can’t help i’m dripping flavor
plug send them p’s by the acre

[verse 2: ro kapone]
f-cking with you too time consuming
made up my mind came to conclusion
we ain’t on the same page this sh-t is confusing
all that back and forth sh-t is getting confusing
depending on what you spending
i’ll be there in a minute
running plays like emmitt
before you judge me look where i came from
the mother f-cking trenches
the money keep calling i can’t ignore it
what the f-ck was you thinking?
that don’t make sense
she told me she love me i told her don’t force it
i kept it hundred with her told her i ain’t sh-t
me and you we don’t have the same vision
i got three daughters i need a tuition
look at the streets and what these mother f-ckers did to me
i see sh-t from a different dimension
cut these n-gg-s off amputation
i ain’t really got the time for n-gg-s
i swear to god these n-gg-s animated
i swear i don’t wanna be around these n-gg-s
marshall faulk on the scale that’s a zip
i can’t fold that ain’t how i was built
i just took yo’ little b-tch on a trip
joog and finesse out the whip

- ro kapone

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