| chevy super clean, two or three screens
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| watch a nigga be to the left I lean
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| 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam
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| just to let you sucker niggaz know I’m the king
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| this green I smoke we call it drow
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| its dead-liest from memphis Tenn
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| you see my folk we ain’t no joke
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| don’t turn this into a murder scene
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| I’m paranoid, tone misquoted
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| should not since my early teens
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| but I’m drop that note, grab me under sixteen
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| you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring
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| hey! |
| I thought you were running things
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| all you did was run the screens
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| must be out his mind thinking’the steel won’t touch him
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| see it on the bush let it burn like Usher
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| click, click, bang you can end the discussion
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| ain’t shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
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| I steal would spray broad day ain’t nothing
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| the lilac one AK doing something
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| I’m immuned to the drama
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| act a fool if you wanna
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| lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
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| he acting’like he want it, I’m show a nigga somethin
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| somebody phinna to have put (&&#*^%)
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| I don’t tolerate suckas who be trying me take a special kind of nigga to defies me similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93
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| niggaz know, ain’t no out shinning me
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| I’ve been the G you’re trying’to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
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| and killers true niggaz gonna ride me take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
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| still spinning and I’m still smoking heavy
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| look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth
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| looking just like the rims on the chevy
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| pimp twist I’m a playa still, ballin’in the game come major bills
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| come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
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| on some 24 omegas and gator grill
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| fuck a twist. |
| fuck you bitch
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| I don’t really wanna have to bust you bitch
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| roman gold shine so hard
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| niggaz out here know they can’t touch that shit
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| I don’t trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin’proud when I bust that dutch
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| specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
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| and the bubbles in the hummer truck
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| when you see a nigga cruise through
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| niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
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| mother fucker wanna take my style
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| cause niggaz out here know I’m only fucking with the bonnet grills
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| and the haters wanna see me fall
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| how can I let y’all niggaz play me shited on their good then I pull up from my vehicle while bumpin'8 Ball &MJG
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| twista bitch and I from the shy
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| with my memphis connect and I ain’t going’lie
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| we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
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| and pulling up in cool whips that’s fly
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| still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
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| while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe
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| old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
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| the club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
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| wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
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| I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken
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| money players is demon like I’m willy beaming
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| like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen
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| she sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one
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| forever young, mama I just wanna’to have some fun
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| don’t try to ever take my cash from me you mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy
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| like that’s my last money
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| this for my niggaz who be bussin’back to perpetrators
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| we don’t discriminate, we’ll hurt now hurt you later
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| but I ain’t worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters
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| and I’m hidding gators on the refrigerator
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| down south memphis Tenn. pimpin’gotta rep it the third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look at the Grillz, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Living Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп