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letra de grindin' (remix) - young thug

[intro]
thugga, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grind
(yeah)
thugga, thugga

[verse]
all my n-ggas stand up guys, no comedy
for all my p-ssy n-ggas can’t take it from [?]
i’m in a, ferrari horse, no f-ckin’ [?]
b-tch, i’m a big dinosaur b in a benz
i’m jeff, f means “f-ck friends”
f-ck boy’s know i’m the f-cking mint
red flag on my chin like a hen
bird say, “we’re to rich to ever rent”
i climb in that p-ssy, headb-tt it and mush it
i come in with cowboy boots on, like i’m woody
i take that p-ssy to the head like a goodie
i don’t brush my t–th, i keep gun, i got cooties
every time i see her, i swear i’m a grippy
i get on her hard and i f-ck up the booty
cum in her booty, she act like she tuff [?]
shoot at the sky, sike, i’mma shoot at crowd watch divide it
my diamonds are black as the night
if this a race, imma win like [?]
get out my face, and my place, and my sp-ce
‘fore i aim at your face and make copies, no paste
i pop a e, no bae
then i took off with no trace
teunchi, tell these p-ssy n-ggas that you come here grindin’
teunchi, tell em that you’re grindin’
[chrous: young thug & rich homie quan]
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’

[verse: young thug]
lil b-tch i’m not done
i am the gun
i might name these rappers pheonix, they my sons
i put that lil hoe on her feet with my tongue
then it blew over, bomb
all p-ssy n-ggas wanna play, when i just made number 1 the other f-cking day
i will pull up and gun down the place
if i’m locked up, i still put lungs on plates
i’m the m-th-f-ckin’ king, i’m the m-th-f-ckin [?]
p-ssy n-gga keep calm like i’m humming you away
even if i was a king, i’ll still put it on a boat
i am the new best, n-gga please read this like a m-th-f-ckin’ quote
i suck on her lipstick, she say that get her wet
i know this lil n-gga get the picture complex
i make her suck that d-ck until she got no neck
and if she do it right, i give her a froze neck
i use elastic, no kotex, sike, momma froze that
if that p-ssy smell good imma save her number under lotus
if you a slime, you don’t work, but you still
[chrous: young thug & rich homie quan]
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’, grind
grindin’, grindin;

[verse: rich homie quan]
grindin’ with your back to the head
baby let me see you with your legs wide open
ain’t scared of nothin, but i got a hoe that sit down
cause i heard that the feds eyes on me
everybody focused
eyes open, yeah everybody totin’
serious face, tell me why everybody jokin’
shoutout my plug, he don’t speak no english
but he put a n-gga on like lotion
cause i was ass out, i was broke, they ain’t know it
i went to class and had every pair of jordan’s
b-tches bad and it come with endors-m-nt’s
i’ll k!ll that lil baby, abortion
a tortoise
it was [?]
and i ain’t ever met a m-th-f-cka like this before
the b-tch must thinks it’s christmas, tryna kiss me up under that mistletoe
big ol’ guns, i cannot let you live
she want quan, i know just how she feel
i say come down, she my pill
i’mma take it, for her
i didn’t get rich, for her
got my own sh-t, no her
so i don’t need sh-t, from her
f-ck you, you not one of us
i get this money for us
get your ass hit, make you wanna walk
i’m a old school n-gga, i’m tony hawk, cause i’m grindin’
[chrous: young thug & rich homie quan]
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’, grindin’
grindin’, grindin’, grind
grindin’, grindin’

- young thug

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