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Gold Grill
Lyricist:Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, M Goodwin, P. Smith
Uh uh, steady now steady 'round Bitch don't never get no rest
Uh, grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind I'm 'bout a bitch got some goals with a good credit line So, we pop the plastic if she hustle, I ball Long as she payin' daddy, ain't no problems at all
So, we break the mall now and then we fuck And then the bitch gon' be cool, long as the paper stay up When she suck on my pipe, them golds shiny and bright Got them lames hittin' that service every fuckin' night
I'm talkin' 'bout NBA tricks, NFL tricks NHL tricks, payin' my bitch Grade 'A' pussy and she payin' for my dick She on my two-way now, the bitch done hit a fat dick, a fat dick
Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in yo mouth With leather inside your car or yo' back in yo' house Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch Big cheese in my pouch, bitch, if it hurt say, 'Ouch'
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will Show ya grill if you will and you down with the trill Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold Show ya golds if ya bold and ya diamonds is cold
See this one right here, my niggas, we gon' dedicate it To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills gold plated Never hated, never will, we stayin' forever trill But boys on the blocks, they keep comin' forever grill
Open face with them designs shit, maybe a rack on top And bottom with a couple of diamonds to add some shine Some niggas got that yella gold, some niggas got that white Some niggas got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night
Shit, I know this boy with one gold, no ice I know a nigga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice Mutha'fuckas with fangs, symbols of gangs or they squad Some real and some fraud, spell the name of they broad
Got boys that praise the Lord with open face and they cross Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-ass cost So, whether you the boss, the runner or the square C'mon down to the South, we got gold grills everywhere
Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in yo mouth With leather inside your car or yo' back in yo' house Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch Big cheese in my pouch, bitch, if it hurt say, 'Ouch'
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will Show ya grill if you will and you down with the trill Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold Show ya golds if ya bold and ya diamonds is cold
Gold in the middle, they stay shiny, one on each canine You get one free if you not paid on government aid Go get some shades you blindin' hoes with 14 carat sun rays But while they all up in yo grill, they vision blurry for days
Stacked and ya say, 'But couldn't I just stop at one just like Lays' You left the whole jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face You buff 'em and shit, they sparkle like the comets in space I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club and a spade
White ice on board that's what we be flippin' ball 3rd Ward to 'The Mound', you know that we keep it raw 8 Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile Say it make her pussy wet and make her nipples get all hard
I try to break myself from the same ol' pattern In the boulevards scattered, full a hatin' nigga chatterin' Hoes, if you ask me, 'What them niggas be about?' Hate me 'cause my flow official and I'm from that Dirty South
Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in yo mouth With leather inside your car or yo' back in yo' house Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch Big cheese in my pouch, bitch, if it hurt say, 'Ouch'
Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will Show ya grill if you will and you down with the trill Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold Show ya golds if ya bold and ya diamonds is cold
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