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letra de on the grind - traffic

[intro]
n-gg-s you know
b-tch–ss n-gg-s

[verse 1: traffic]
traffic, b-tch, i’m on the grind
i ain’t got time (i ain’t got no time)
you playin’ little games and sh-t, blowing up my line (what the f-ck you want?)
talk about the next b-tch (what?), b-tch you be lyin’ (stupid–ss b-tch)
talk ’bout she called you, (talkin’ ’bout she said what?), b-tch you be lyin’ (shut up, b-tch)
you see i bought a new range (you see that)
you see i bought a new chain (you see that)
you see i laced all my kids up, yeah i got some new things (i’m on that)
n-gg-s like loose change, pull up all black, n-gg- bruce wayne (lookin’ like batman)
hoppin’ out with the cape on, n-gg-s like, “yeah i’m safe, homes” (i’m good tho)

[chorus: traffic]
b-tch, i push the weight, bi- b-tch i push the weight (i push it, b-tch)
b-tch, i flip the sack, bi- b-tch i be stackin’ cake (i be stackin’ it up)
b-tch, i’m on the grind, i ain’t got time, f-ck what you say (f-ck it)
f-ck all these n-gg-s and these b-tches, just let them hate (get it)

[verse 2: vince staples]
n-gg-s know the deal, when the beef cracked off
hopped out with the ski mask off and the skinnys
lil vince don’t skateboard no more
got a black snub nose, gettin’ busy, if he
n-gg-s get slapped like hoes on strolls
i been ten toes since rent been owed
on paramount and 64th, go home invading [?]
then dip like [?] on grandma’s stove
my grandma cold, i flashed, they froze
i p-ssed, i glow, they p-ssed, they told
how quick they fold up in that cell
my cell’s the same, just call my phone
folks been makin’ plays and sells
i played the game, don’t play yourself
just bang your brains and save yourself

[chorus: traffic]
b-tch, i push the weight, bi- b-tch i push the weight (i push it, b-tch)
b-tch, i flip the sack, bi- b-tch i be stackin’ cake (i be stackin’ it up)
b-tch, i’m on the grind, i ain’t got time, f-ck what you say (f-ck it)
and f-ck all these n-gg-s and these b-tches, just let them hate (get it)

[verse 3: traffic]
i’m on one right now, i ain’t sittin’ down
my momma keep tellkin me to but the liquor down
drunk as f-ck how i f-ck on a swisher now
with a bad b-tch yeah its finna go down
i been a n-gg-, yeah ten toes down
county jail, n-gg-, to the f-ckin’ pent house
my momma said, “don’t let n-body in my d-mn house”
being hard-headed, i let them all in
she used to come home hot, [?]
what you talkin’ ’bout? i’m goin’ all in
michael phelps flow, n-gg- i’m goin’ all in
i can do anything, i’m bo jackson
from a street gang to the rappin’
finna make a way, i can make it happen
if you really for action, we can get it crackin’
the k spin around lookin’ like michael jackson (he, he)

[chorus: traffic]
b-tch, i push the weight, bi- b-tch i move the pack (i flipped it, b-tch)
b-tch, i flip the sack, bi- b-tch i be stackin’ cake (i’m gettin’ the dough)
b-tch, i’m on the grind, i ain’t got time, f-ck what you say
and f-ck all these n-gg-s and these b-tches, just let them hate (f-ck ’em)

[outro: traffic]
b-tch, i alternate, b-tch i cross the state (i’m overseas now)
b-tch, i elevated, b-tch i h-lla made it, n-gg-s h-lla hated
i ain’t trippin’, i said let ’em hate, ’cause i’m still goin’ to get my cake
got ’em mad ’cause i’m makin’ my moves
i got ’em mad they can’t stop my play (just let ’em hate)
(just let ’em hate, im gettin’ cake
just let ’em hate, just let ’em hate)

- traffic

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