Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grillz Gleamin, artist - DJ Drama. Date of issue: 03.12.2007
Song language: English
Grillz Gleamin |
| You know Bohagon had to come through to fuck with y’all, man! |
| Chea, I’m is world-renowned, we mobbing through your town |
| Smoking good and pouring rounds, big rims that go around |
| On peanut butter seat, suede leather, cut a crease |
| I blow smoke up through the roof, spit poetry off the booth |
| I’m gon' come through shining hard, dirt roads or boulevards |
| Plenty hoes and plenty cars, I don’t deal, I just play the cards! |
| This here that Gangsta Grill, that other shit ain’t for real |
| That other shit ain’t the real, listen here, this what it is (What it is!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| Well, it’s that thick chick that’s on the scene |
| Got the crown on my head so you know it’s me |
| And even if you don’t, niggas the bling |
| And I roll with a group of niggas holding things! |
| Big bank boss chick with the ass poked out |
| Rise to the top, yeah, bitch, laugh now! |
| Got a trying to get it, |
| Competition? |
| No, all the other bitches back down! |
| Looking for a nigga that’s riding clean |
| Got a nice-ass car and a grill that gleam! |
| Down-ass-nigga is what I really need |
| Don’t got what I want? |
| You on the wrong team |
| Know on the low-key, you hoes are gon' see |
| When I walk through the club, all eyes are on me! |
| Grind to the finish, I hustle with more cheese |
| I’m a cool-ass chick, the know me |
| Balling Princess, yup, never slacking |
| Talking that shit to me ain’t what it is |
| I can be jazzy with my heels on |
| Or thug it out with Timbs and a Gangsta Grill! |
| I’m a smart chick, I’m bankin' on mills |
| Sad 'cause I’m around, they hate when I’m real |
| Down with the Mob, I’m all about the bills |
| If you go against me, I’mma thank you still! |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| Yeah! |
| I got diamonds on my neck and diamonds on my wrist |
| Yeah, they say I fuck with shorty, I got diamonds on my dick |
| Ay! |
| Yeah, they ask me «How does it feel?» |
| I ain’t got a Paul Wall, but I got a Gangsta Grill |
| 45 stacks, add tax, that’s 50 |
| Nigga real, shorty, ask Jon and 50 |
| I got something for them boys that wanna come get me |
| I’mma hit you with this semi, damn right I’m |
| Diamond, yeah! |
| Neck gleamin' and glistenin', blue and yellow like Michigan |
| Yeah, my nigga tote pistols and keep a couple grand in his hand |
| Don’t stand a chance, I must remind you |
| Bitch, I’m Diamond, I’m STILL gon' blind you |
| Talkin' shit and I will come find you |
| Whippin' is some shit with Diamond |
| Simon says show me your wrist |
| Shit and diamonds wanna take a piss |
| I don’t care, you can call me Miss |
| Razzle Dazzle or Twinkle, bitch! |
| You need a chick like me, I’m honest |
| Diamonds on my feet and stomach |
| A boss bitch that’s always stuntin' |
| See the bling before I’m comin' |
| I’m RICH, BITCHES! |
| So go on and hate |
| And a nigga got money in the bank |
| On the streets I got that work |
| Hit a lick, I got that stank |
| Hpnotiq off in my drink |
| You wanna wife me, but you know you can’t |
| Ho, I’m shining for a reason |
| Make a nigga think he dreamin' |
| 'Cause you know your girl be… |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |
| They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! |
| (gleamin'!) |