Bun B - Gold Grill lyrics

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Bun B - Gold Grill lyrics

[Pimp C] Uh...steady ??? steady ??? b**h don't never get no rest [Pimp C] Uh...Grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind; My bottom b**h 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 f**; And then the b**h gon' be cool Long as the paper stay up When she s** on my pipe Them golds shiny and bright.. Got them lames hittin' that service every f**in' night I'm tal'in' 'bout NBA tricks NFL tricks NHL tricks Payin' my b**h Grade A p**y and she payin' for my dick; She on my two-way now The b**h done hit a fat lick, a fat lick Chorus: (Bun B) Now tell me what it's all about in that South: Big gold grill in yo mouth With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house Get in a n***a's ride, the seat feel like a couch Big cheese in my pouch b**h, if it hurt, say "Ouch" Chorus: (Pimp C) 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 [Bun B] See this one right here, my n***as 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 grilled Open face with them designs...sh** Maybe a rack on top and bottom with a couple of diamonds to add some shine Some n***as got that yella gold Some n***as got that white Some n***as got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night sh**, I know this boy with one gold, no ice; I know a n***a who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice; Muthaf**as 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 Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-a** cost So, whether you the boss, the runner, or the square C'mon down to the South; We got gold grills everywhere Chorus [MJG] 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 sh**; They sparkle like the comets in space I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club, and a spade [Eightball] White ice on gold; that's what we be flippin' dog 3rd Ward to The Mound You know that we keep it raw 8Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile; Say it make her p**y 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': n***a chatterin' Hoes, if you ask me, "What them n***as be about?" Hate me cause my flow official And I'm from that Dirty South Chorus

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