الأغاني:
Playing With Matches The Grind

and working fingers to cuticles. Patience tested under fluorescents inside a cubicle. It's a nine to five grind. It's a nine to five grind. Lower your

bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin' shit Came in that bitch with

with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole (haaa, haaa) so much shit, diapers love to play with matches and drink

cash you know, I won?t need Bruno I?ll hit you with my gat and then I won?t come back Like eym peanut butter top with the candy paint All the high school

with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight, you like yours licked And we both like bitches to get high, high wit You opted to leave a nigga with

it with sexual But don't think, I don't think of having sex with you I'm trying to get next to you, but you being rude In the club with ya guns out,

know what your up to do girl I'm after my cheddar (50 cent) I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like

we trustin' each other (Sayin', "Um you fuck with my brother?) You gotta suffer the reprocutions we come from the gutter (White Kangol, white glass, six stripped suit with the matching

floss In the wide body slab with the candy blue gloss I ain't worried bout them haters gon talk whachu talk I'm on the grind getting mine, nigga fuck whachu though Playa