B-Day Document 99 by Grip Grand Lyrics
And of course this joint is dedicated to my baby doll
On the occasion of her birthday in the one nine nine nine
This ain't your average everyday love song, but anyway
Let me say a few words about my boo who doesn't trip
I used to love her way back when I wasn't Grip and she stuck with me
Strictly cut me to the quick like a buck fifty
They called her little piggy, I saw her and I thought she's really pretty
Took nearly two years to wear down her resistance
She tried to keep her distance, talking that let's be friends shit to reject me
I'm trying to get her to connect me like directory assistance
Accepted me, eventually together which was meant to be
Essentially, um, potential becomes kinetic energy
Like physical attraction turns to chemistry, but that's her specialty
Grip's just a rapper she's in the lab with the recipe
I'm proud to say my girl knows all the words to "Hey Young World"
And watch her wake up to freestyle tapes even when I'm not around
Means that she's down, and it's kind of rare
She doesn't want to buy tickets to (?)
Or only like a rapper that's a millionaire, she's the B to my A alike
The reason that I slay a mic baby, I love you
I hope I found a way to say it right, but hey
I better stop the soft stuff or I get herbed-up in the worst way
So play this part for the fellas, happy motherfucking birthday
I love you
Hey girl
Hello
Portical musician
Potpourri of sounds
Touching my soul
Shining inside my heart
On the occasion of her birthday in the one nine nine nine
This ain't your average everyday love song, but anyway
Let me say a few words about my boo who doesn't trip
I used to love her way back when I wasn't Grip and she stuck with me
Strictly cut me to the quick like a buck fifty
They called her little piggy, I saw her and I thought she's really pretty
Took nearly two years to wear down her resistance
She tried to keep her distance, talking that let's be friends shit to reject me
I'm trying to get her to connect me like directory assistance
Accepted me, eventually together which was meant to be
Essentially, um, potential becomes kinetic energy
Like physical attraction turns to chemistry, but that's her specialty
Grip's just a rapper she's in the lab with the recipe
I'm proud to say my girl knows all the words to "Hey Young World"
And watch her wake up to freestyle tapes even when I'm not around
Means that she's down, and it's kind of rare
She doesn't want to buy tickets to (?)
Or only like a rapper that's a millionaire, she's the B to my A alike
The reason that I slay a mic baby, I love you
I hope I found a way to say it right, but hey
I better stop the soft stuff or I get herbed-up in the worst way
So play this part for the fellas, happy motherfucking birthday
I love you
Hey girl
Hello
Portical musician
Potpourri of sounds
Touching my soul
Shining inside my heart