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White Cement III. Grind Mode (Holy Guacamole) Video (MV)






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Holy guacamole green my money up
Grind Mode
Holy macaroni cheese my money up
Grind Mode
You still in last place if you a runner up
Last place
Got some racks not looking back I'm finna run it up
Groovin in the slab on the ave actin bad on em
Music loud as gas don't get mad we could smash on em
Scooping up them pairs getting cash can you add money
You ain't get yo pair it's a tax don't get mad homie
I'm in grind mode I'm bout to go get cash
Mhmm
Brodie you don't know me wit yo police ass
Mhmm
Lil mama say she love me and she want me bad
Mhmm
But I'm in grind mode I just can't go out sad
Mhmm
Gotta keep the 12 up off yo 6
Mhmm
I want Richard Millie on my wrist
Mhmm
Ain't that big bro who got all of them kicks
Mhmm
I'm bout to f*ck up every single list
Mhmm
Keep on jammin it
I'm the candidate that's for
M-V-P
I'm just managing
See me handling this shit
Like Kyrie
Ain't no evidence
We know better than to
Say anything
So embarrassing
No comparison I'll make
History
Grind Mode
I flew 2 dimes to Florida just chill on the beach
Grind Mode
I went from having nothing to mil in a week
Grind Mode
I came up off shoes it must be really the sneaks
Grind Mode
My tapes don't got no skips you just hit play & repeat
Repeat
Holy guacamole got my money up
Repeat
Holy guacamole got my money up
Money up
You still in last place if you a runner up
A runner up
Got some racks not looking back I'm finna run it up
Groovin in the slab on the ave actin bad on em
Music loud as gas don't get mad we could smash on em
Scooping up them pairs getting cash can you add money
You ain't get yo pair it's a tax don't get mad homie
I just bought a Rollie just to blow this cash
Mhmm
Brodie you don't know me wit yo police ass
Mhmm
Lil mama say she love me and she want me bad
Mhmm
But I'm in grind mode I just can't go out sad
Mhmm
Gotta keep the 12 up off yo 6
Mhmm
I want Richard Millie on my wrist
Mhmm
Ain't that big bro who got all of the kicks
Mhmm
I'm bout to f*ck up every single list
Mhmm
The name A+ I'm in the cut I need bad bitch
Uh
Everytime I shoot my shot I swish the basket uh
Super baddie with a fatty won't you back it up
She said gladly ooh she nasty made her assets jump
Grind Mode
Kicks I be getting them then I be flipping 'em
Since like 2010
Grind Mode
Mathematician I'm on a mission doing arithmetic
Grind Mode
Observation calculations we'll do big business
Grind Mode
I don't how big we going but it's big big big
Holy guacamole got my money up
Grind Mode
Holy guacamole got my money up
Grind Mode
You still in last place if you a runner up
A runner up
Got some racks not looking back I'm finna run it run it
Mhmm
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Holy guacamole green my money up
Grind Mode
Holy macaroni cheese my money up
Grind Mode
You still in last place if you a runner up
Last place
Got some racks not looking back I'm finna run it up
Groovin in the slab on the ave actin bad on em
Music loud as gas don't get mad we could smash on em
Scooping up them pairs getting cash can you add money
You ain't get yo pair it's a tax don't get mad homie
I'm in grind mode I'm bout to go get cash
Mhmm
Brodie you don't know me wit yo police ass
Mhmm
Lil mama say she love me and she want me bad
Mhmm
But I'm in grind mode I just can't go out sad
Mhmm
Gotta keep the 12 up off yo 6
Mhmm
I want Richard Millie on my wrist
Mhmm
Ain't that big bro who got all of them kicks
Mhmm
I'm bout to f*ck up every single list
Mhmm
Keep on jammin it
I'm the candidate that's for
M-V-P
I'm just managing
See me handling this shit
Like Kyrie
Ain't no evidence
We know better than to
Say anything
So embarrassing
No comparison I'll make
History
Grind Mode
I flew 2 dimes to Florida just chill on the beach
Grind Mode
I went from having nothing to mil in a week
Grind Mode
I came up off shoes it must be really the sneaks
Grind Mode
My tapes don't got no skips you just hit play & repeat
Repeat
Holy guacamole got my money up
Repeat
Holy guacamole got my money up
Money up
You still in last place if you a runner up
A runner up
Got some racks not looking back I'm finna run it up
Groovin in the slab on the ave actin bad on em
Music loud as gas don't get mad we could smash on em
Scooping up them pairs getting cash can you add money
You ain't get yo pair it's a tax don't get mad homie
I just bought a Rollie just to blow this cash
Mhmm
Brodie you don't know me wit yo police ass
Mhmm
Lil mama say she love me and she want me bad
Mhmm
But I'm in grind mode I just can't go out sad
Mhmm
Gotta keep the 12 up off yo 6
Mhmm
I want Richard Millie on my wrist
Mhmm
Ain't that big bro who got all of the kicks
Mhmm
I'm bout to f*ck up every single list
Mhmm
The name A+ I'm in the cut I need bad bitch
Uh
Everytime I shoot my shot I swish the basket uh
Super baddie with a fatty won't you back it up
She said gladly ooh she nasty made her assets jump
Grind Mode
Kicks I be getting them then I be flipping 'em
Since like 2010
Grind Mode
Mathematician I'm on a mission doing arithmetic
Grind Mode
Observation calculations we'll do big business
Grind Mode
I don't how big we going but it's big big big
Holy guacamole got my money up
Grind Mode
Holy guacamole got my money up
Grind Mode
You still in last place if you a runner up
A runner up
Got some racks not looking back I'm finna run it run it
Mhmm
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