Ain’t Nothin’ Grieves (Ft. Fearce Vill & SonReal)

[Intro]
(Ch-chyeah baby, come on)
Yeah what's your man got to do with me
(Hey now)
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin'
What's your man got to do with me
(Check it out, yo')

[Verse 1: Grieves]
This ain't a complicated question
I'm senior
Chillin' on the fifty-yard line with no freshman
Livin' like a legend
Got 'em lined up waiting for refreshments
Anybody poutin' can place their little lips around my erection
I am hard
Leavin' Charles in charge defy slander
Middle fingers up like where are my manners?
The whiskey goes down, but never do my standards
Lookin' like Sean Connery from Highlander
Badass
Get your fatass on the dance floor
Robot
Runnin' man
Wheelbarrow
Grassmoor
I hit the rhythem like that motherfucka asked for it
So watch me slow down, rewind and fast forward
Girl you know that I've been eyein' you
I wanna do some things that only freaks on private islands do
If I could spend some time with you I'd make you see the light
And show you how a funny lookin' dude can be your type
Shit