| Yeah, uh
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Man y’all bitch boys need to put your damn tampons in, I’m sick of this shit
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| I ain’t having it
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| My old bitch on that old shit
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| Momma said you’s a whole bitch
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| Always kept my lil' shoes tied
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| I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh)
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| Wait a sec, let me boast a bit
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| I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)
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| Deuce deuces and four-fifths (Yeah)
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| Accessories for your dope fits
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| Holy fuck, oh shit
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| Make space between both lips
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| Toilet talking, we go together
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| Big booties, no tits (No tits)
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| Know that you getting wavy (Wavy)
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| When you feel the whole boat shift
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| I was talking that pay me
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| You was talking that broke shit
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| Hit your bitch, Ken Griffey stance
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| Workin man in these Dickies pants
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| Walk a mile without shoes
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| I doubt you could fit these pants
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| You look like a tacoma owner
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| I’m Ferarri F-50 and (F-50)
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| Hoes say it’s a close shave
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| Standing close, he might getchu tan (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would
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| Mister Jehovah witness, I’m good (Good)
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| That’s your wife like «Ugh» (Ugh)
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| Had to pry her off of my wood (Wood)
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| And i ain’t taking no shit today (No Sir)
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| Buzzer beater, I’ma hit my J (Yes sir)
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| New bitches go different ways (Different, different, uh)
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| Wayne and Gucci, I’m steady mobbin' (Woo)
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| Apple bucket, she steady bobbin' (Woo)
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| I’m a modern-day Eddie Robbins
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| Really tryna put the weed down 'cause it feel like I’m doing heavy jogging
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| Soccer moms wanna dance with me like it’s '84 and I’m Kenny Loggins (Yeah,
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| Kenny, ayy)
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| A lot of you bitches be evil, might as well act evil (Yeah)
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| Fuck it, I’m making some big moves, Max Keeble (Yeah)
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| Muhfuckas be talking 'bout gas I’m calling my pack diesel (Huh?)
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| Who knew that I could be that lethal (Who the fuck)
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| I’m at yo head, wave cap
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| Flying American Airlines
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| Me and your baby go way back, like my motherfucking hairline
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| Jump out the gym, Nate Rob
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| Check the muhfuckin' airtime
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| My bitch is something like Kate Moss
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| Call me the muhfuckin' cake boss (Yeah!)
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| My old bitch on that old shit
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| Momma said you’s a whole bitch
|
| Always kept my lil' shoes tied
|
| I had bitches in '06 (Uh-huh)
|
| Wait a sec, let me boast a bit
|
| I go harder than cold grits (Yeah)
|
| Deuce deuces and four-fifths (Yeah)
|
| Accessories for your dope fits
|
| Holy fuck, oh shit
|
| Make space between both lips
|
| Toilet talking, we go together
|
| Big booties, no tits (No tits)
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| Know that you getting wavy (Wavy)
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| When you feel the whole boat shift
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| I was talking that pay me
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| You was talking that broke shit (You was talking that broke shit) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold Grits , by - hooligan chase. Song from the album Bodyache, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп