[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 blink.
Say, "I think you're 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 should change 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 high-ly, 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 nine-teen.
You can find me, at the bar doin' work,
Lookin' for the girlie here with the shortest skirt.

[Chorus] [Tim Gallo]
And go back, forth, right, left,
Pull and push till you're runnin' outta breath.
And we, stay grindin' on the dance floor,
Ay, stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Back, forth, left, right,
Grab and tug, goin' at it all night.
And we, stay grindin' on the dance floor,
Ay, 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? And y'all ain't ready for this,
Girls, so just stop, take a break real quick.
Smooth or slick, but my game's still sick,
I'll make Tila Tequila stick to the dick.
Listen to this, shit pops off soon as I enter,
First stop on my list, to the closest bartender.
Second on the list is to find a chick,
After I say "What up?" to my peoples and drank 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?
Cuz it's all about the sex mang,
Just jump on the dance floor and grind like the X-Games.

[Chorus 1] [Tim Gallo]
And go back, forth, right, left,
Pull and push till you're runnin' outta breath.
And we, stay grindin' on the dance floor,
Ay, stay grindin' on the dance floor.
Back, forth, left, right,
Grab and tug, goin' at it all night.
And we, stay grindin' on the dance floor,
Ay, stay grindin' on the dance floor.

[Verse 3] [Tim Gallo]
By the time that you step in, I'm two steppin',
I rhyme with perfection, I grind with aggression.
I'm bump behind on the sides or midsection,
I got it on my mind but the grind's my profession.
If she get botched, step in line for refreshment,
I'm on the dance floor tryna find a contestant.
Still tryna find a contestant,
What a shame, even in your prime, you're a freshman.
Three or 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 in, man, feelin' invincible,
Mami over there, and her rear's irresistible.
I score three, and called it a hat trick,
The transition from the dance floor to my mattress.

[Chorus 2] [Chris Webby]
Just grind with me, now grind with me,
Go on and drop it to the floor, girl, grind with me.
Just grind with me, come on and grind with me,
If you hustle on your block get on your grind with me.
Now grind with me, come on and grind with me,
My sexy women at the bar, just grind with me.
Now grind with me, get on your grind with me,
Who can ride with me? Now please grind with me.

Yeah.
I'm feelin' good!
Stay on that grind,
Whether you got a bag full of dubs in your pocket,
Or a fat ass backin' all up on your shit.
Stay grindin'...
Holla.
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Grindin' Lyrics

Chris Webby – Grindin' Lyrics