Grindin

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Yeah, I love girls, what's the matter with that?

And they like me back as a matter of fact

See em' at the bar, grabbin' a drink, give em' a wink

If she smiles, I'll be over there quick as an eye blinks

And I think you lookin' real sexy, yo

If you wanna hit the dance floor, let me know

I'm already thinkin' bout hittin' it, or lickin' it like licorice

Wishin' the predicament just changed into somethin' intimate

Your style, girl I'm diggin' it

She stay fly, and if she got the fresh kicks on I gotta say "hi"

I be, highly

Skilled with the rhythm, don't try me

Step up in the club, no I.D

Like I don't give a fuck that I'm 19

Find me at the bar doin' work

Lookin' for the girl here with the shortest skirt

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Now go back forth, right left, pull it

Push till you're running out of breath with me

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

Back forth, left right, grab it

Tongue goin' at it all night with me

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Screamin' Ay Bay Bay in the club, so make way

Just had a pay day and need vajayjay

Okay? now y'all ain't ready for this

Girl so just stop, take a break real quick

Not smooth or slick but my game's still sick

I'll make Tila Tequila stick to the dick

Listen to this, Hip-hop song soon as I enter

First stop on the list, to the closest bartender

Checking on the list is to find me a chick

After I say what up to my peoples and drink a bit

Takin' shot after shot after shot after shot

If I got money, then why not?

I got lyrics and rhyme hot

I got the hottest bitches on campus on my- what?

Cause it's all about the sex man

Just jump on the dance floor and grind like the X-Games

[Chorus: Chris Webby]

Now go back forth, right left, pull it

Push till you're running out of breath with me

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

Back forth, left right, grab it

Tongue goin' at it all night with me

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

Stay grindin' on the dance floor

[Verse 3: Timothy]

By the time that you step in, I'm two steppin'

I rhyme with perfection, I grind with aggression

I'm from behind on the side in the section

Got it on her mind, but the grind's my profession

If she get blogded, cup a wine for refreshment

On the dance floor, tryin' to find a contestant

So try to find a contestant

What a shame, even if you're blonde, you're a freshman

Three of four options, never nothin' less than

Dimes, you will never find my dimension

Eights and nines and two or three sevens

And if you line 'em up it's booty meet heaven

Couple shots here and there, feelin' invincible

Mami over there and her rear's irresistible

I scored 3, and called it the hat-trick

And transitioned from the dance floor to my mattress

[Outro: Chris Webby]

Just grind with me

Yeah, grind with me

Yeah

Drop it to the floor

Girl, grind with me

Just grind with me

C'mon and grind with me

If you hustle on my rocket

And you grind with me

Now, grind with me

Cmon and grind with me

My sexy women and the bar

Just grind with me

Now grind with me

Get on your grind with me

Who can grind with me?

Now baby grind with me

Yeah

I'm feelin' good

Stay on that grind, baby

Whether you got a bag full of dubs in your pocket

Or a fat ass baggin' all up on your shit

Stay grindin'

Holla