GRIP – ’94 Flow Lyrics
Artist: GRIP
Song: ’94 Flow
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I, I-I, I-I, I-I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yo!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Move!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yeah!)
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Microphone check 1 2 mic checka
.38 snubby that sits on my dresser
If plot thickens them shots lickin, I betcha
That dimple faced n#gg# with a 30 round clip
Made my name in this game on some word of mouth sh#t
Automobiles with all the extras We don’t do SRTs
n#gg# please Rock VVS in AMGs and M3s AKs n m16s
With beams
Get rich quick schemes Dick in thick queens Destroying the
Simps that shift and switch teams Loyalty
Do you know what that shit?
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yo!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Move!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yeah!)
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
I came back with the neck meaner
Baguettes on my left finger
Tech nina
Don’t sweat the technique I wreck beats
Sex select freaks leave her stretched in wet sheets
Text her next week (wyd)
Recollect all of them debt collect calls
Was stressed dawg
But now we up, YES YA’LL! So let’s ball
8 day vacays abroad
They actin like they never seen n#gg#s in Prague
Squad chief logs and got the limousine fogged
Supreme drawls, hot n lemon pepper wing sauce
… Prefer flats, we throw the drums on the straps
It go ratta tat tat tat tat, dirt nap
Cadillac black on black, serve raps
With da same n#gg#s from When I had cop my 1st sack
These n#gg#s wanna blam us they can’t stand us
If you got yo bands up put yo hands up
I, I, I said oh my God, oh my God (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yo!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Move!)
Oh my God, oh my God! (Yeah!)
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn, you gettin’ bands, put your hands up
Ooh, g#dd#mn-
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
GRIP – Popular Demand
GRIP – Ain’t Ok
GRIP Lyrics – ’94 Flow
Please support our site by sharing it.
And please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all your favourite songs.