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Grip - Gaika Lyrics


[Intro]

Girl with shame never wash no face

[?] make a judge shake

We'll celebrate, then we'll fly

Regulate this boy

Girl with shame never wash no face

[?] make a judge shake

We'll celebrate, then we'll fly

Regulate this boy

Girl with shame never wash no face

[?] make a judge shake

We'll celebrate



[Verse 1]

Did I ever see a [?] cousin

Crippin' at the bar with the next white Russian

Dangerous like a dog with no muzzle

Come through, kill a nigga and him strugglin' mother

My brother understand and salute every bloodclat gang

Bad yute with a pistol in 'is hands

[?] every block that bangs

Listen to the [?] fallin' off my lips

She made a mockery and rubbed it on 'er clit

Pussygrabber just smashin' up shit

All the districts smashin' through the hips

Come to my yard this mornin'

To the club where the hoes get rich

I pay your bills if you show me you can strip

Bend over, girl, just grip



[Chorus]

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Twist up on the body [?]

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Twist up on the body [?]

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Twist up on the body [?]



[Verse 2]

There's nothing left but the way that we feel

So I can't blame a bitch for preein' that dem are drill

'Cause it's real when the streets leak blood

But you've never seen the money from drugs

Put food in your son, shoes 'pon your mother

[?] 'cause your people dem done up

With my funds, a generation need

Free my black gang ballad [?]

Money that dreads the shooter [?]

[?] snitch to the coppers

Hefty magazines put bags in the lockers

East don for the clean white collars

Coked up on the guilt free dollars

They lookin' for the knowledge from the silicon scholars

Dem and the heaters and the fake ayatollahs

And fashion tips from a holy place



[Chorus]

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Twist up on the body [?]

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Twist up on the body [?]

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Grip for the money, girl, grip

Twist up on the body [?]

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