Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh It's That Guy With The Grills, artist - Splash. Date of issue: 26.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh It's That Guy With The Grills |
| Smoking it by the pound, little bud in my green sweater |
| Used to sound wack, but I really wanna be better |
| She say’s she wants to have three letters… but I’m sorry, I’ve been saving for |
| a real bella |
| Third eye open, work hard stay focused, fuck a hating locust |
| Always tryna bring us down, never try to know us |
| About to hurt your feelings, as my shit goes global… |
| Respecting all my woman since day 1, only fucked one broad, never forget what |
| her name was. |
| We used to be so loud, paranoid about the neighbours |
| December 31st, is the night my mamma gave birth |
| Somebody told my momma that this boy is full of music |
| Raised in the third world, that is what my truth is |
| Exposed to the first world, Abu dhabi'06, Camden street. |
| Used to walk it in my |
| loafers |
| Everything plastic, Mall full of posers |
| Stuck in a room, writing songs fuck homework |
| 30gb iPod classic, sum 41. Kfc where the time spent |
| Fucking hated school, I was always skipping classes |
| Ugly little midget funny accent, was the type of boy who’d never change his |
| password, love the sound that tape makes when you hit fast forward |
| See ill always have New Delhi on my passport |
| Independent artist, lack a buzz. |
| no cash flow |
| Fuck CBSE, fuck a classroom, school you on the blackboard |
| Aiming for the tops, all my shit is international |
| Really not a hustler, smoking on musta |
| Squad is all I trust. |
| ah! |
| Laid back rasta |
| Life loop nascar |
| Court her in her ass fat |
| Drive thru Mc Donald’s, sipping minute maid at adnoc |
| If you’ve lived in Abu Dhabi, you’ll get the last part |
| Training at the gym… looking swole, all vascular |
| 5'6 midget cut me open. |
| Find an animal |
| Last one at the gym, cause you know I got stamina |
| Music got me feeling good, express it through a camera |
| Working on my craft, I would never die an amateur |
| I know I’m getting older, so I really gotta plan it brah! |
| The industry full of phony artist, cannot stand it brah! |
| Y’all better step it up, my level. |
| You can’t match it brah! |
| If we ever smoked weed together, I won’t pass it back! |
| Can’t afford a holiday, been saving for an acid stamp |
| Pop it, let my mind see the truth. |
| That my glasses can’t |
| Haters catching feelings, cuz you know I can actually rap |
| Fuck your bitch on the mezzanine floor-massive attack |
| Doggy styling her then I put it in his Mommy’s mouth |
| Channel all my love bottled up, now she making zombie sounds |
| Dick is like kasuti herb, it gave this bitch a cotton mouth |
| Ain’t nobody do it better, New Delhi potty mouth |
| Fuck a slow switch, I don’t need to prove anything to anybody |
| Got the sonay ki chabhi, all these rappers getting bodied |
| I’ve been learning from the legends, but I’m not never gonna copy |
| Stay trill like rocky, funny singhs can’t stop me |
| Stay true to myself |
| New Delhi — Abu Dhabi |
| Reppin both my cities till I’m R.I.P like Ali |
| Need a real bad girl, who’s addicted to squatting |
| My only life goal — cop a crib in manual-good vibes in the valley |
| Attitude of a lion, dropping panties |
| Living life alone but I’m happy |
| Living life alone- lifting weights- smoking- chilling |
| Living life alone but I’m happy |