Chris Webby - Grindin' Lyrics
(feat. Tim Gallo, Sam Davies)Yeah,I love girls,What's the matter with that?And they like me backAs a matter of fact.See I'm at the barGrabbing a drink,Give 'em a wink.If she smilesI'll be over there quick as an eye blinks.And I think you lookin' real sexy, yo.If you wanna hit the dance floor,Let me know.I'm already thinkin' about hittin' itOr licking it like licorice.Wishin' the perfect imageIt change up the sun into me.Your style,Girl I'm diggin' it.She stay flyAnd if she got the fresh kicks onI gotta say hi.I beHighlySkilled with the rhythmDon't try me.Step up in the club,No I.D.Like I don't give a *****That I'm 19.Find me at the bar doin' work,Lookin' for the girl here with the shortest skirt.Now go back forth,Right left,Pull it,Push till you're running out of breatheWith me.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Back forth,Left right,Grab it,Tongue goin' at it all nightWith me.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Screamin' Ay Bay BayIn the clubSo make way.Just had a pay day,Ya need vajayjay,Okay?Now y'all ain't ready for this,Girl so just stop.Take a break real quick.Not smoother,Slick,But my game's still sick.I'll make Tila Tequila stick to the dick.Listen to this;Hip-hop song soon as I enter.For stop on the list,To the closest bartender.Checkin' on the listAs to find me a chick.After I sing right out my peoplesAnd drank a bit.Taking shot after shot after shot after shot.If I got money,Then why not?I got lyrics,And rhyme hot.I got the hottest *****es on campus on my-What?'Cause it's all about the sex man,Just jump on the dance floorAnd grind like an X-Game.Now go back forth,Right left,Pull it,Push till you're running out of breatheWith me.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Back forth,Left right,Grab it,Tongue goin' at it all nightWith me.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.Stay grindin' on the dance floor.One timeAnd two steppin',I'm two steppin'.I rhyme with perfection,I grind with aggression.I'm from behindOn the side in resection.Got it on her mind,But the grind's my profession.If she get blogdedCup a wine for refreshment.On the dance floorTryin' to find a contestant.So try to find a contestant,What a shameEven if you're fineYou're a freshman.Three of four options,Never nothing less than.Dimes do itNever find my dimension.No.Eights and nines,And two or three sevens,And if you line 'em upIt's booty meet heaven.A couple shots here and thereFeeling invincible.Mami over thereAnd her friend's irrisistible.I scored 3,And called it the hattrick,The transition from the dance floorTo my mattress.Just grind with me,Yeah, grind with me.Yeah,Drop it to the floorGirl, grind with me.Just grind with me,C'mon and grind with me.If you hustle on my rocketAnd you grind with me.Now, grind with me.C'mon and grind with me.My sexy women and the barJust grind with me.Now grind with me,Get on your grind with me.Who can grind with me?Now baby grind with me.Yeah.I'm feelin' good.Stay on that grind, baby.But you got a bag full of dubs in your pocket,And a fat ass baggin' all up on your shit,Stay grindin'.Holla.
