Yo, Yo
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
They just mad that I do my thing
So they need me now, but all they do is lie
I ain't taking that risk
Mixed-Race kid from Ireland
Like Gucci, I like double in things
Girl named Wanda seein' my vision
Wishin' like Timmy, some Olsen twins
Grabbing those hips as I hit it
Now for shake it for me, as I grab it and slap it
Hold up wait...
I need me a sec' to preview what I'm tappin'
See the moncler on the jacket,
F*ck up the fashion but right now I'm standin' on business
Slide to the crib with your babes
We turnin' my room to the Red Light District
She lovin' the grip of my pumpy
The vibe of the track, make her jumpy
Got Jordan's on flight with the fit
Grip it, I'm drillin' her shit from the six
Your man got no sauce, where's his drip?
Ain't seein' no foreigns, ain't seein' no whips
We chasin' a bag, he still chasin' a bitch
The cost of his rent be all up on my hip
She down on her knees, now she grabbin' the tip
Angel girl doing devilish things
F*ck up some commas, we takin' a trip
Hit it one time, then right after I dip
She got tired of messin' with broke boys
Now she wan' see how the luxury tastes
My dick and my stack got something in common
Both of them elongate
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
KXNG EEZY - Grip It, Pt. 3 Lyrics
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Yo, Yo
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
They just mad that I do my thing
So they need me now, but all they do is lie
I ain't taking that risk
Mixed-Race kid from Ireland
Like Gucci, I like double in things
Girl named Wanda seein' my vision
Wishin' like Timmy, some Olsen twins
Grabbing those hips as I hit it
Now for shake it for me, as I grab it and slap it
Hold up wait...
I need me a sec' to preview what I'm tappin'
See the moncler on the jacket,
F*ck up the fashion but right now I'm standin' on business
Slide to the crib with your babes
We turnin' my room to the Red Light District
She lovin' the grip of my pumpy
The vibe of the track, make her jumpy
Got Jordan's on flight with the fit
Grip it, I'm drillin' her shit from the six
Your man got no sauce, where's his drip?
Ain't seein' no foreigns, ain't seein' no whips
We chasin' a bag, he still chasin' a bitch
The cost of his rent be all up on my hip
She down on her knees, now she grabbin' the tip
Angel girl doing devilish things
F*ck up some commas, we takin' a trip
Hit it one time, then right after I dip
She got tired of messin' with broke boys
Now she wan' see how the luxury tastes
My dick and my stack got something in common
Both of them elongate
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
They just mad that I do my thing
So they need me now, but all they do is lie
I ain't taking that risk
Mixed-Race kid from Ireland
Like Gucci, I like double in things
Girl named Wanda seein' my vision
Wishin' like Timmy, some Olsen twins
Grabbing those hips as I hit it
Now for shake it for me, as I grab it and slap it
Hold up wait...
I need me a sec' to preview what I'm tappin'
See the moncler on the jacket,
F*ck up the fashion but right now I'm standin' on business
Slide to the crib with your babes
We turnin' my room to the Red Light District
She lovin' the grip of my pumpy
The vibe of the track, make her jumpy
Got Jordan's on flight with the fit
Grip it, I'm drillin' her shit from the six
Your man got no sauce, where's his drip?
Ain't seein' no foreigns, ain't seein' no whips
We chasin' a bag, he still chasin' a bitch
The cost of his rent be all up on my hip
She down on her knees, now she grabbin' the tip
Angel girl doing devilish things
F*ck up some commas, we takin' a trip
Hit it one time, then right after I dip
She got tired of messin' with broke boys
Now she wan' see how the luxury tastes
My dick and my stack got something in common
Both of them elongate
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Grabbin' those hips as I hit it
I hit from the back, as I slide in, I grip it
Shake it for me as I drill it
I take a lil' shot, as I pack it and bill it
Shake it for me like it's jelly
Can't talk to me nigga, I'm handlin' business
We poppin' off like confetti
We makin' it out, look to God as my witness
Writer: Terell Ukagba
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