T.I. - Look at the Grillz lyrics

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T.I. - Look at the Grillz lyrics

[Hook] Look at the grill (4x) (2x) This for my n***as with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my n***as with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my n***as who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my n***as who don't give a f** (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) [T.I.] (hey! Grand Hustle Bad Boy south lets ride n***a) Chevy super clean, two or three screens Watch DVDs to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, n***as no more sceam Just to let you s**er n***as know I'm the king This green I smoke we call it drow It's deadly as promethazine You see my folk we ain't no joke Don't turn this into a murder scene I'm paranoid totin' this .44 Been shootin' out since my early teens I'mma drop that though grab a M-16 You can bring all the n***as you want to bring Hey! I thought you were running things All you did was run the screens Must be out his mind thinkin T.I.P. won't touch 'em See ya I'mma rush ya "Let it Burn" like Usher Click, click, bang you can end the discussion Ain't sh** sweet cause I seen you was bluffin I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing And let Mac Boney AK do it for me I'm immune to the drama, act a fool if you wanna Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach He acting' like he want it, I'm show a n***a somethin Somebody finna to have to break the news to his momma I don't tolerate s**a n***as tryin me Take a special kinda n***a to be fly as me Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93 n***as know, ain't no out shinning me I've been the G you're trying' to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers And k**ers real n***as gone ride wit me [Hook] (2x) [Twista] Take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south Still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy Look at both of my grills, my motherf**ing mouth Looking just like the rims on the chevy Pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills Come and take a trip with me to hater Ville On some 24 omegas and gator grill f** a twist. f** you b**h I don't really wanna have to bust you b**h Roman gold shine so hard n***as out here know they can't touch that sh** I don't trip, n***as pull up I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch Specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac And the bubbles in the hummer truck When you see a n***a cruise through n***as try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels Mother f**er wanna take my style Cause n***as out here know I'm only f**ing with the bonnet grills And the haters wanna see me fall How can I let y'all n***as play me sh**ed on their good then I pull up From my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG Twista b**h and I from the Chi With my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie We be specializing in and up coming with dope sh** And pulling up in cool whips that's fly Still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow While I bump kamikaze sh**, while I scream look at my grill ho [Hook] (2x) [8ball] Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three Wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping I like my j**elry golden like a piece of fried chicken Money players is demon like I'm willy beaming Like a b**h that practice s**ing dick and drinking semen She sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one Forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun [MJG] Don't try to ever take my cash from me You mine as well, jump of a cliff you f**ing crash dummy Like that's my last money This for my n***as who be bussin' back to perpetrators We don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you f**ing haters And I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator Down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it The third I did, that n***a rugg, boy that n***a pimpin [Hook] (2x)

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