| Rock the boat, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
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| Choosing on your fella 'cause I remind her of Mandela
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| Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
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| Oktane, I’m still rapping with
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| I can’t tell you where rest them went
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| Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
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| When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
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| Look how they come after you when you never bruised
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| Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
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| Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
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| Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
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| Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
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| Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
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| Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
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| VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
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| Work them hips, stir them grits
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| Country fried, shake that shit
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| Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin' shit
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| Rock the boat, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
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| Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
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| They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
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| We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
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| Smooth nigga with the best flow
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| By the time you get it it’s a retro
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| Up down, up down
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| She go up down up down
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| New sound what now?
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| They said they put us on a black list
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| Couldn’t tell got back in
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| Now we call that black magic
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| She hit the pole pay the bills
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| I don’t judge, don’t judge
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| Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
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| I don’t go to no clubs
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| Gotta be somebody birthday
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| Your best day my worst day
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| I dress like it’s first day
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| Focus in the work place
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| Put it all in my face
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| Got it all back there girl
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| Don’t let it all go to waste
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| Just landed with a fly camera
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| You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
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| When I go down, do not panic
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| Take you out your body I’m outstanding
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| Rock the boat, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits
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| Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
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| Make it hot, stir the grits |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grits , by - Audio Push. Song from the album Last Lights Left, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп