[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Yeah, I love girls, what's the matter with that? And they like me back as a matter of fact See em' at the bar, grabbin' a drink, give em' a wink If she smiles, I'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' bout hittin' it, or lickin' it like licorice Wishin' the predicament just changed into somethin' intimate Your style, girl I'm diggin' it She stay fly, and if she got the fresh kicks on I gotta say "hi" I be, highly Skilled with the rhythm, don't try me Step up in the club, no I.D Like I don't give a fuck that I'm 19 Find me at the bar doin' work Lookin' for the girl here with the shortest skirt
[Hook: Chris Webby] Now go back forth, right left, pull it Push till you're running out of breath with me Stay grindin' on the dance floor Stay grindin' on the dance floor Back forth, left right, grab it Tongue goin' at it all night with me Stay grindin' on the dance floor Stay grindin' on the dance floor
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Screamin' Ay Bay Bay in the club, so make way Just had a pay day and need vajayjay Okay? now y'all ain't ready for this Girl so just stop, take a break real quick Not smooth or 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 First stop on the list, to the closest bartender Checking on the list is to find me a chick After I say what up to my peoples and drink a bit Takin' shot after shot after shot after shot If I got money, then why not? I got lyrics and rhyme hot I got the hottest bitches on campus on my- what? Cause it's all about the sex man Just jump on the dance floor and grind like the X-Games
[Hook: Chris Webby] Now go back forth, right left Pull it, push till you're running out of breath with me Stay grindin' on the dance floor Stay grindin' on the dance floor Back forth, left right, grab it Tongue goin' at it all night with me Stay grindin' on the dance floor Stay grindin' on the dance floor
[Verse 3: Timothy] By the time that you step in, I'm two steppin' I rhyme with perfection, I grind with aggression I'm from behind on the side in the section Got it on her mind, but the grind's my profession If she get blogded, cup a wine for refreshment On the dance floor, tryin' to find a contestant So try to find a contestant What a shame, even if you're blonde, you're a freshman Three of four options, never nothin' less than Dimes, you will never find my dimension Eights and nines and two or three sevens And if you line 'em up it's booty meet heaven Couple shots here and there, feelin' invincible Mami over there and her rear's irresistible I scored 3, and called it the hat-trick And transitioned from the dance floor to my mattress
[Outro: Chris Webby] Just grind with me Yeah, grind with me Yeah Drop it to the floor Girl, grind with me Just grind with me C'mon and grind with me If you hustle on my rocket And you grind with me Now, grind with me Cmon and grind with me My sexy women and the bar Just 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 Whether you got a bag full of dubs in your pocket Or a fat ass baggin' all up on your shit Stay grindin' HollaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
