Grind All Day - Jae Millz

I got my own wave no need to ride joes

I’m five ten but my money bout 5−4

Pull up on the set fresh from the lock boy

How bout now hate kill yourself suicide doors

My bitch bad but the calm in bed

I come through white coast looking like casper

While I’m seeing the AKA the only thing that matters

We coby in the four tiger and the master

Shout out the nigga in simply 'cause she the baddest

Shout out being rumples for stealing my air lips

Leg out, I’m a bring it back up town

With them fly girls let me 'cause I’m so up town

Yeah she gotta ask like a full moon

And some say for her to walk in the full room nigga

Call me jay, call me millz, might as well call me bufallo

'Cause I’m bout my mother fuckin bills what it is

Grind all day, party all night

Grind-grind all day, party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Man man is a no-no, you already know though

Puffing all loud answers that’s the matter a nigga polo

Only lighting every day, every day, every day

Like we’re willin up some party like in 1968

Lighted up in June and we gone till November

Diamonds like the guff boy like… consider

These niggas ain’t hot they could be my dinner

Shoot this ass back to when niggas was riding on spinners

And I go ahead, let em spin

Fuck them losers man I came here to win

Tell I wait to spark my bottles again

Bad rare bone I’m bout to fuck her and her friend

Let’s begin, what it is, said I’m out of control

This whole party is out of control

Flow so straight dope like I duck curk cope

Out as grieving got my shit right about of his nose

Party all night

Grind all day, party all night

Grind-grind all day, party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

I’m out of this world like I’m flying source

And my own rock cause nurture

Lord homie I’m a world wide scormure

Made of new joker, mother fuck you and whoever that endorsed you

You don’t want that walk, we run through you niggas on my pressure

All that little nigga mad huh

Can’t get right with you…

How dare you, but that bitches don’t hear you

And besides that boy, be careful

'Cause I hunt you down make you outfit and will you

These little niggas don’t get it

My flow been hanable just wasn’t admit it

Hit your body twice with that get pack, get pack

Double up, double up, that’s a give pack, leave em give pack

Grind all day, party all night

Grind all day, party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night

Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party-party all night