Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All N My Grill, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song Respect M.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
All N My Grill |
Don’t explain, you never change |
Same old thang, same old game |
Say ya want to be wit' me |
But show me my ring, baby, let me think |
I been in the cold |
The story untold about to unfold |
How do you expect me |
To ever believe you want be wit' me |
Why you all in my grill? |
(Why you all in?) |
Can you pay my bills? |
(Can you pay my bills?) |
Let me know if you will (Let me know, me know) |
'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) |
Talk is talk, and talk is cheap |
Tell it to her, don’t say it to me |
'Cause I know I’m in control |
See, Trix are for kids, and boo I’m too old |
Go 'head with your games |
Don’t ever come back to me again |
Where you go, remember me |
I’m the best thing in history |
Why you all in my grill? |
(Why, why, why?) |
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills?) |
Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) |
'Cause a chick gotta live |
(A chick got to live, ooh yeah) |
Third time (Third time) |
I moved you in, took you back |
In my life (I was a fool) |
I don’t know what’s wrong with me |
Third time (Third time) |
I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) |
Why you all in my grill? |
(All in my grill) |
Can you pay my bills? |
(Can you pay my bills, yeah) |
Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) |
'Cause a chick gotta live (Oh, yeah) |
Why you all in my grill? |
Can you pay my bills? |
(Ooh, pay my bills) |
Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) |
'Cause a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) |
If you want me, where’s my dough? |
Give me money, buy me clothes |
No need for talking, have my dough |
Where’s my money? |
Where’s my clothes? |
If you want me, where’s my dough? |
Give me money, buy me clothes |
No need for talking, have my dough? |
(Aight, uh) |
Where’s my money? |
Where’s my clothes? |
Why you all in my grill? |
I’m thinkin' it’s time to chill |
Yeah, but you wanna drill, though |
I couldn’t even step out the baby blue Bonneville |
Cuz you be tryin' to kill my ho, my girlfriend |
And people around me is tellin' me that you’s a stalker |
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker |
I told you I was the street talker |
It ain’t my fault you gave me your Victoria’s Secret’s |
And your Frederick’s |
You wanted the Waldorf Astoria |
But instead I took you to Cedric’s, to entertain you |
To give you to the «G», and never claim you |
Me and Missy, we gettin' straight pissy |
And oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too |
You blamin' who? |
You namin' who? |
I know you ain’t bringin' that lame crew |
Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax |
G pretty D, are they same, boo |
But I’m backed by the Dungeon Family |
So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me |
Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee |
And Bobby Boucher yo' ass, G |
Yeah, yeah, huh |