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j neat - on my grind كلمات الأغنية

[intro: j neat]
i got diamonds on my neck, on my neck

[chorus: j neat]
on my grind i can’t sleep, we gon’ win for my team
all these pointers on my neck, b_tch, i ball like the league
we get tt, we get tt, do the gang she such a freak
with all these diamonds on my neck got her wetter than the sea
i got n_ggas doing years, they ain’t doing weeks
so all this cake that i been getting, man, i ain’t gotta serve no fiends, yeah
all my opps be plotting but they moving like the neat and
all this pain you feel me, pop them pеrcs up on my demons

[verse 1: j neat]
f_ck spinning, keep on spinning, uh, just like wheel of fortune
i been gеtting money so these b_tches get annoying
i can’t call you, i can’t text you, baby girl i’m getting bordens
dior with givenchy ysl i look foreign

[verse 2: burna bandz]
bad lil’ b_tch she foreign
when it rain it storming
got n_ggas waiting on release dates just like jordans
tote the taurus, touring
k!llers with me i’m out performing
can’t save the b_tch like storage
gotta watch out for informants
diamonds they hitting she can’t ignore it
we got money and power it ain’t no shortage
these n_ggas they wait, they taking up sp_ce
i with baby k he got baby dra’
we getting paid at the end of the day
cartier frames and yeah i see the shade
[?] i was sitting in days
that was [?] by the way
[verse 3: j neat]
we give him a headshot, get that n_gga out the way and
i feel like a coach ’cause everyday i’m making plays, yeah
i been on my grind, i’m getting paid like every season
yeah she say she love me, could you tell me what’s the meaning?
i feel like i’m meek ’cause i been chasing all my dreams
and i remember days when i was sleeping with the fiends
i can’t trust a soul i keep a 30 in my neen
i came for the bag, f_ck up the show and then i leave
i just keep running up these racks and then repeat
my shooter he gon’ shoot, uh, i don’t need to speak
i been on my grind, tell the feds free my team
f_ck the opps let’s cross the street
we still cooking up the beef
i feel like i’m rico, walk up on ’em then i swish ’em
i feel like i’m 2x, everyday i’m in the trenches
john wick on your block he have you running; jumping fences
free little cronem locked down up in detention

- j neat

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