Giggs & Joe Grind – Love 2 Make G's Lyrics

Giggs & Joe Grind – Love 2 Make G's Lyrics
Love 2 Make G's
Giggs & Joe Grind
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    Album: Da Hollowgrind
    Track No: 07
    Spare
    Giggs
    It's another Flowz production
    It's nothing
    (I am on the, I am on the), spare, listen
    (I am on the grind)
    Fam, I used to be so broke, I was stressed with a passion (yeah)
    Begging man for lifts, couldn't even rent me a wagon (nah)
    If punk ain't working out
    I'ma jump on the A class, what was you expecting to happen? (Happen)
    Time to get the dust ting banging (banging)
    My last few quid, copped myself a rusty to slang in (yeah)
    Me and Foss, in and out of pubs, handing out the dust samples
    No sleep, plenty of bagging (banging)
    Now we're eating; **** want to jump on the wagon
    Would that bring me in shit? You never helped it to happen
    Violate me, fam, I'll empty the cannon (cannon)
    Tell him don't tempt me, I'll bang him (bang him)
    When you was with a chick, early morning, I was out there trying (yeah)
    No sleep out there tired (yeah)
    The heater ain't working so it's freezing in the rassclart ride
    Clock says half past five, I'm outta here
    I wanna see my pounds add up to make G's (spare)
    I wanna see my pounds add up to make G's (spare)
    That's why I'm on the grind (spare)
    That's why I'm on the grind (spare)
    Me and Foss bringing in the punters
    After like six months, we were getting rid of an abundance
    Now the roads are getting hotter, the feds are on it more
    So, turn up the degrees a couple hundred
    Fuck 'em though, I don't harbour feds, **** know I'm stubborn
    My baby mother says I've got the hardest head
    I used to meet crackheads (crackheads)
    But now I'm on a big man ting linking lecturers and architects
    Fam, they say my sniff has got the hard effect, they thought that it was shit
    Took a hit, then told me that it passed the test
    You don't know how hard it gets
    When your shit's so crème, they're due to fucking ask for something harder next
    Ready for another day of palming bread
    The phone's about to non-stop pop (pop), so I've got my car charger set
    No one ain't putting money in my pocket (nope)
    So, ****, I'ma do my thing, who gives a fuck 'bout what the sergeant said
    I wanna see my pounds add up to make G's (spare)
    I wanna see my pounds add up to make G's (spare)
    That's why I'm on the grind (spare)
    That's why I'm on the grind (spare)

    Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Marcus Lloyd Thompson.

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