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lirik lagu shinigami – sharoyce antwan

[intro:]
the lord instilled me with a work ethic that’s second to none. that’s called a god given grind

[chorus:]
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine
my god my god my god
my god my god
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine
my god my god my god
my god my god

[verse one:]

i been out to get it for a minute
(long time)
if i started it, a n*gga finished
stayed 10 toes in the trenches
grinchin while the opposition
good and plеnty (yes it is)
got the haters plottin
in thеy feelins wishin that god
will slip and get dependent
(hold your breath)
so i grind like i live from check to check
and won’t rest until my knot is thicker
apply the pressure
flex and finesse oh yes
i get it in and get it like a reverend
grindin for severance
sweat til i hurt within
by any means i opt to see the fetty
work ethic heavy
move like a mexican to see
an extra cent up on the check (pesos)
racks up the presiz
go hard for reparations
gunnin for them green n*ggas necks
(head hunter)
runnin runnin
gunnin to the money
count a hunnid thousand dollars (work)
by the summer
check up in the mail up on a sunday
by the grace of god
we gon make it one day brother
down to see the cup with extra running
i remember nights
when i was extra hungry (i remember)
took an l and learned a lesson from it
but i held my own
and never begged for money (h*ll naw)
[chorus:]
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine
my god my god my god
my god my god
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine yeah
no chill, no flex i grind uh
goin in the paint bout mine
my god my god my god
my god my god

i been bread to get it
i been bread to get it
won’t fold no
i been bread to get it
i been bread to get it
won’t fold no
i been bread to get it
i been bread to get it
rackin up them digits
i been bread to get it
they don’t know how serious a n*gga grind is

[chorus:]
i be flexin like a real one
give a f*ck about ya feelins
blowin keisha in the two seater
give a f*ck about the ceilin
i go ricky bobby whitney
i go ricky bobby whitney
pretty ricky bobby whitney
51 f*ckin 50
politickin wit my side b*tch
rough ride * ride of die b*tch
quick to turn up if you step wrong
cl!ck clack let it fly b*tch
we so ricky bobby whitney
we so ricky bobby whitney
pretty ricky bobby whitney
51 f*ckin 50

[verse two:]
ak sprite and a now*and*later
soul diesel in the owl papers
shawty geekin on the mauli crazy
doing party favors for a hardy, baby
i’m a wild n*gga so r*t*rded * aye
probably salavatin while my jaw lockin
zombie walkin * i’m a mummy mama
solid gold bottles like haman optra
jeans saggin with the strap in it
half a zanny feelin half amazin
powered up like a panther, baby
got the b*tches ragin * goin talladega
runnin in a circle
with my n*ggas round me
energy * i got the rhythm round me
n*gga goin hard in the paint tho
n*gga shoutin long live to bankroll
n*gga rollin hard til he faint tho
ricky bobby ricky bobby whitney
poisen in my system * michael bivens
wicker man it’s lit up like a chimney
hit it roll it pass it to my n*ggas
hit the roach then fl!ck it like a frisbee
face the blunt and k!ll it in a jiffy
ricky bobby ricky bobby whitney
[chorus:]
i be flexin like a real one
give a f*ck about ya feelins
blowin keisha in the two seater
give a f*ck about the ceilin
i go ricky bobby whitney
i go ricky bobby whitney
pretty ricky bobby whitney
51 f*ckin 50
politickin wit my side b*tch
rough ride * ride of die b*tch
quick to turn up if you step wrong
cl!ck clack let it fly b*tch
we so ricky bobby whitney
we so ricky bobby whitney
pretty ricky bobby whitney
51 f*ckin 50

[verse three:]
i take a blunt to the face
i keep my weed h*lla laced
yeah yeah
i find a needle in hay
i snort a key in a day
powered up like a lawnmower
superdusted like a godmother
planet hoppin on the shrooms tho
acid got me seeing odd colors
f*ck with me, i’m the wrong one
make my b*tch get the stick for me
50 rounds out the long drum
swift sweeper on a b*tch n*gga
all black * call it superstition
stay strapped like munich, n*gga
turn yo boy to a eunuch with it
make it sing like new edition
ricky bobby in the two seater
i’mma do the whole dash on em
pour a four dippin dolo
blow the gas when i smash on em
bankroll for a flag on em
n*gga gettin lifted in a jiffy
ricky bobby ricky bobby whitney
ricky bobby ricky bobby whitney

- sharoyce antwan

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