Chief Griffey - Grind It on Me

Yeah, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Yeah, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Yeah, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me

Yo it's the weekend, cheers to the weekend
And we kid free, it's time for some freakin
But first she wonna go out, she like it when we go out
She like it when I dress up, but I love it when her dress down

Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me

We gas up the burban
Lane switching and we swerving
She gone off that vodka, you know I'm on that bourbon
She taking all them selfies, but she look better in person
She singing and she twerking, she looking at me smirkin'

Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me

We get to the party, I'm looking at body
I wonna bite it like a zombie
She brown like my coffee, nah scratch that foxy
She brown like foxy, pretty brown skin like foxy
She got my vote like a proxy
Got a whole group of hoes starring, hating on her like a Nazis
Got the ass like the Derby, and I'ma be the jockey
She said let them hoes watch me, and started grinding on me
Now it's a wrap like Reynolds, she gonna ride it like Roxy

Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah, on me yeah, grind it on me
Ehhhh, on me yeah

Written by:
KEITH GRIFFIN

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