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Grinder

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Grinder was released on April 17, 2012 by Duetti as a part of the album Make 'em Believe

Song Details

AlbumMake 'em Believe

Release DateApril 17, 2012

LabelDuetti

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kevin Gates

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Gilyard

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DJ B Real

Producer

Lyrics

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

Let the light hit on the ice

The chain keeps swinging

Love women with ass but they names keep changing

Move a lot of weight, my section ain't safe

Definitely protected by any physical preference

Might forget to pray but get much respect up in heaven

Growl, got a loud sound (uh)

Make 'em bow down

Blinded by the silver lining in the brown cloud

You ain't wild, okay, you don't bounce

You get blown blown, tryna' frown

Like you won't get found somewhere downtown

By a killer in the inner city where you ride around

For a long time, I been getting paper

I could never mind stepping on you haters

See, I don't know what you think, but they feel I'm retarded

Know it's a name for it, but I don't know what to call it

For a long time, I been getting paper

I got my money right, bitch, get out the way

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

Being the subject of the repercussion where they blast rounds

You ain't busting, it ain't no discussion

You can stand down

First I tell my home boy, "Point me and his bitch out"

Then I let my pants sag, then I pull my dick out

Turn my phone off, don't want no phone calls

Too many women, they get sick there with the phone calls

It go ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

But my mind is on hustling

When I was dead broke, wasn't nobody trying to fuck with me

Now I'm Dead Game, people trying to get in touch with me

Now my dreads hang, name ringing in the city streets

You mad 'cause your kids and your baby momma feeling me

For a long time, I been getting paper

I could never mind stepping on you haters

My home boy tripping 'cause he's an alcoholic

Know it's a name for it, but I don't know what to call it

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

'Cause I'm a grinder (oh oh oh oh oh)

I get money for real (oh oh oh oh oh)

For a long time, I been getting paper

I could never mind stepping on you haters

For a long time, I been getting paper

I could never mind stepping on you haters

Written by: Kevin Gilyard

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