Wiz Khalifa The Grinder Lyrics

Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them *****s
That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up
Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood
Where the weathers good and the parties always popping up or
Somebody be dropping off some trees
I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain't gotta
Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper
I swear ain't nobody do me no favors
Twisting up the medicine, shitting on my competition
Easy part's forgetting, but the hardest part's to try forgiving
*****s for mistaking me, or thinking as the one to wait up on
'Cause I was young thought I was dumb
*****, what you made's a photographic memory
Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews
And those other ones not to mention your *****s
You caught 'em repping Taylor Gang with us

I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
I spark up a J and ask 'em if they wanna take one with us
Made man, ain't nobody make a *****
'Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
You *****s too small dawg, I'm thinking bigger
Critics comment on how I'm smoking weed and drinking liquor
On how I was nominated, but not the winner
But you should start counting on how much I made this year

Yeah *****, I'm up in the air, *****
And the **** that I got on cost some money to wear, *****
Owner of the team, I ain't even a player, *****
Four hours up, *****s ain't caring now it's getting dark for you *****s it ain't even fair, *****
Blowing helladank, I mean so much I think it's growing out my hair
The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there

Written by: Thomaz Cameron
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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