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Long Time (Grinder)

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Long Time (Grinder) was released on May 9, 2009 by Duetti (Migration) as a part of the album All In

Song Details

Release DateMay 9, 2009

LabelDuetti (Migration)

LanguageEnglish

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Valence

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BPM80

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]

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 much respect up to heaven

Growl got a loud sound, make 'em bow down

Blinded by the silver lining in the brown cloud

You ain't wild, okay, you don't boss?

You get blown, blown

Trying to front like you won't get found

Somewhere out of town

By a killer in the inner city where you ride around

[Verse 3]

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

No, listen, I ain't 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

[Verse 4]

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 5]

Being the subject of a repercussion

When they blast rounds

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

You could spend on

First I tell my homeboy, point me in the bigshot

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

Turn my phone off, don't want not phone calls

Too many women, they get sickening with the phone calls

It gon' 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 that game, people tryna get in touch with me

Now my dreads hang, name ringing in the city streets

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

[Verse 6]

For a long time I been getting paper

I could never mind stepping on you haters

My homeboy tripping 'cause he's an alcoholic

No, listen, I ain't for it, but I don't know what to call it

[Verse 7]

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

'Cause I'm a grinder, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I get money for real, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 8]

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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