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Gold Grill
Underground Kingz feat. Eightball and MJG
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Uh... steady long, steady wrong, uh
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, wit' 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 me 'n' the bitch gon' be cool, long as that paper stay up
When she suck on my pipe, them golds shiny and bright
Got these lames hittin' the service, every fuckin' night
I'm talk'n 'bout NBA tricks, NFL tricks
NHL tricks, payin' my bitch
Grade-A pussy and she pay for my dick
She on my two-way now, the bitch done hit a fat lick, a fat lick
Now tell me what it's all about in that South, big gold grill in yo' mouth
Plush leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Sit in a nigga's ride, his seats 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 grilled
Open face with them designs, shit, maybe a rack
On top and bottom, wit' a couple of diamonds to add some shine
Some niggas got that yella gold, some niggas got that white
Some niggas got 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
Muthafuckas 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-ass cost
So whether you the boss, the runner, or the square
Come on 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
Plush leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Sit in a nigga's ride, his seats 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 shine, 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 you say, but "could not stop at one" just like Lay's
You left the hoe 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 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 pussy wet, it make her nipples get on hard
I try to break myself from the same ol' patter'n
The boulevards scattered, full of hatin' niggas 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
Plush leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
Sit in a nigga's ride, his seats 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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