(Intro)
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It’s Millzie
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Grind all day, party all night
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Grind all day, party all night
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(Verse)
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I got my own wave no need to ride Joe’s
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I'm five ten but my money bout 5-4
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I pull up on the set fresh from the lock boy,
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Hop out now hater kill yourself, suicide doors
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My bitch bad but the karmin better
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I come through white coast looking like Casper
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YMCMB AKA the only thing that matters
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With Kobe in the fourth, Tyga and the master
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Shout out to nigga M, simply 'cause she the baddest
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Shout out to you rappers for stealing my atlips
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Leggo, I'mma bring it back up town,
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Where them fly girls love me 'cause I'm so uptown
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Yeah she gotta ask like a full moon
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It’s unsafe for her to walk in a full room nigga
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Call me Jae, call me Millz,
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Might as well call me buffalo 'cause I'm bout my mother fuckin bills
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What it is.
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(Hook)
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Grind all day, party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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(Verse)
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Man admit it’s a no-no, you already know though
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Puffing on loud ounces, that's the motto, nigga polo
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And we light it every day, every day, every day
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Like a Willy Nelson party back in 1968
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Light it up in June and be gone till November
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Diamonds like the golf ball, I am ka center
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These niggas ain't hot, they could be my dinner
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Shoot his ass back to when niggas was riding on spinners
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Now go ahead, let em spin,
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Fuck them losers man I came here to win,
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Tell that waitress sparkle my bottles again
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Bad red bone I'm bout to fuck her and her friend
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Let's begin, what it is, said I'm out of control,
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This whole party is out of control,
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Flow straight dope like I duck curr cope,
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All this grieving got my shit right up out of his nose
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Party all night
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(Hook)
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Grind all day, party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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(Verse)
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I'm out of this world like a flying saucer
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And my aura cause nausea
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Lord homie I'm a worldwide scormer
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Native New Yorker,
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Mother fuck you and whoever that endorsed you
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You don't want that walk,
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We run through you niggas on my Brashaw
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Oh that little nigga mad huh?
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Can't get right with yo bokeme ass huh?
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How dare you?
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For bad bitches is don't hear you
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And besides that boy, be careful,
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'Cause I hunt you down, make you outfit, and wear you,
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These little niggas don't get it
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My flow been Hannibal just wasn't admited
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Hit your body twice with that get pack, get pack,
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Double up, that's a gift pack, leave em gift wrapped
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(Hook)
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Grind all day, party all night
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Grind all day, party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
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(Outro)
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Me and mines go hard like it’s no tomorrow
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Yea
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Millzie
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Yo yo
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Grind All Day
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| Jae Millz |
