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Grind Weekend

the weekend its Friday night and I just got paid tryna fuck these hoes tryna make it rain Ive been smoking Ive been drinking just got paid and baby its the weekend

ends The workin' in the grind is an uphill road I'm punchin' that clock and carryin' that load I bust it all week and then I'm free The weekend belongs

an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me, what's wrong With a little grind

done got out of school On my nerves and Come down, Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday I'm going now Ooh, I'm going now I'm popping cows, chopping dollars It's the weekend

spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica Ooh my favorite chicken, ooh, I love my paper And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind Facing

friends, weed the grind mine on a million, and we over the building (Hook) I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear, weed in my grinder

cookin' for me She stash me out when the feds come lookin' for me I'm not cheatin' on her or beatin' on her I spend the weekend on her We on the block

seems smoother than a water stone Don't move, girl, let-let me grab my camera phone Talk to me, baby, you ain't got no man yet Weekend in the Bahamas,

Chorus) This for the boys that?s on the grind/ Servin bids and doin crime/ Stuck in the pen and doin time/ Facin 10, 20, Life/ (Verse 1) Make ways of