Grip Ringtones

You stupid bitch Its mandaworld music Hold on my grip might feel tight Don't let go of me tonight Love me Tonight and every night Hold me Let's not scream and fight Want me Forever in your arms Need me Let me in your heart I know that I'm fucked up baby Hold me in your arms I know that our love feels crazy Baby that's the charm I know that I'm fucked up baby Hold me in your arms I know that our love feels crazy Baby that's the charm And I, and I, and I don't wanna And I don't wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna Run Love me Tonight and every night Hold me Let's not scream and fight Want me Forever in your arms Need me Let me in your heart (Baby that's the charm) I know that I'm fucked up baby Hold me in your arms I know that our love feels crazy Baby that's the charm I know that I'm fucked up baby Hold me in your arms I know that our love feels crazy Baby that's the charm Baby that's the charm Love me Tonight and every night Hold me Let's not scream and fight Want me Forever in your arms Need me Let me in your heart Love me I don't wanna run I don't wanna run Hold me I don't wanna run Hold me And I, and I, and I don't wanna And I don't wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna

Don't tell me it's a bad thing Being with you is distracting You'll be everlasting On my lips Your small manipulations Of the palest imitations Test the limitations Of my grip Of my grip Of my grip Of my grip Grip, grip, grip I don't wanna think anymore, not anymore Never let my head down, head down I'll close every door, every door If it means I can keep on holding you now I don't wanna think anymore, not anymore Never let my head down, head down I'll close every door, every door If it means I can keep on holding you now Grip Grip Grip I don't wanna lose it Grip Grip Grip I don't wanna lose it

Spent a week at sunset tower Made a mess upon the kitchen counter Our intentions were simple Now our intentions are simple You only love me under pressure You're only half of me in colder weather Only tell me it's over just to get back together I can't stop coming back for closure No, I can't stop I try to break all your spells Put my hands on someone else But you keep sinking my ship I keep on losing my grip Can't put you back on a shelf Can't keep my hands to myself Once you start moving your hips I keep on losing my grip, every time (Every time) I can hold you like a matchstick Watch the flame until it's burning my skin Maybe I should know better But you're my guilty pleasure I can't stop coming back for closure No, I can't stop I try to break all your spells Put my hands on someone else But you keep sinking my ship I keep on losing my grip Can't put you back on a shelf Can't keep my hands to myself Once you start moving your hips I keep on losing my grip, every time (Towers, every time, I can't stop thinking 'bout you Towers, every time, I can't stop thinking 'bout you) I try to break all your spells Put my hands on someone else But you keep sinking my ship I keep on losing my grip Can't put you back on a shelf Can't keep my hands to myself Once you start moving your hips I keep on losing my grip, every time (Every time)

I told these niggas, bruh, I told these niggas (Ayo, Wili! Fuck with me) I told these niggas Yeah, fiend for the guap, got a key to the lock And I'm keen, I could spot all the schemes in these plots Ain't no cream for ya crop Clip, got a sixteen piece for a opp' They was sleep when I said "Meet me at the top" Ain't believe I would pop, wrist look like I went pee pee in a watch Peach street in a drop, hoes hit me with a "Beep beep" when I stop My vernacular damage a rap nigga amateur lackin' the stamina Packin' and cannin' the cap for the camera Thought about slappin' your manager when I get back to Atlanta cuh' I'm doin' laps for the racks like I'm Danica Grip a buck, Cadillac get to Canada When I free up, I'll be happy to dance with ya Heatin' up on these tracks, would you hand me a– Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya I saw enough, wrap it up I'm barrin' up, Attica (Flip, flip) Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya I saw enough, wrap it up I'm barrin' up, Attica (Flip, flip) Got leeches all on my dick, got bitches all on my line Hoppin' in my DMs, really divin' out the deep end Tryna see if we can be friends, well, that depends Down to pretend only for the weekend? And don't keep tabs on the cash he spend Smash on the dash while your ass leave him I know you gotta get laid, but I gotta get paid I got too many rats on my calendar Touch the road for some hoes do some shows with the dough I might go and buy bro a lil' Challenger Where the comp at? Where my challengers I don't see none, this a free run Brushin' off weed crumbs, I just rolled up a tree trunk Wili, hol' up, let the beat thump Had to let the bih breathe, huh? Last of a dyin' breed, huh? This is shit they say to me, huh? Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya I saw enough, wrap it up I'm barrin' up, Attica (Flip, flip) Spatula, flip the shit, then I get back to ya I saw enough, wrap it up I'm barrin' up, Attica (Flip, flip)