Gold Grill

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 b—ch 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 f—k
And me 'n' the b—ch gon' be cool, long as that paper stay up

When she s—k on my p—e, them golds shiny and bright
Got these lames hittin' the service, every f—kin' night
I'm talk'n 'bout NBA tricks, NFL tricks
NHL tricks, payin' my b—ch
Grade-A p—sy and she pay for my d—k
She on my two-way now, the b—ch 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 n—ga's ride, his seats feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch, b—ch 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 n—gas, 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, s—t, maybe a rack
On top and bottom, wit' a couple of diamonds to add some shine
Some n—gas got that yella gold, some n—gas got that white
Some n—gas got platinum and bling, bling 'em all night

S—t, I know this boy with one gold, no ice
I know a n—ga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice
Muthaf—kas 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-s 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 n—ga's ride, his seats feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch, b—ch 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' h—s 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 h-e jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face
You buff 'em and s—t, 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 p—sy wet, it make her n—ples get on hard
I try to break myself from the same ol' patter'n
The boulevards scattered, full of hatin' n—gas chatterin'
H—s, if you ask me, "What them n—gas 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 n—ga's ride, his seats feel like a couch
Big cheese in my pouch, b—ch 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



Credits
Writer(s): Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Premro Vonzellaire Smith, Marlon J. Goodwin
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