Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iced out Brand New Grill, artist - Tarro. Date of issue: 08.03.2018
Song language: English
Iced out Brand New Grill |
| Iced out brand new grill |
| Roll the tape yo bitch on film |
| With my niggas still |
| Gotta see em hit a mil |
| Grabbin on her butt |
| Tarro go in for the kill |
| I throw money up |
| All my bitches like veneers |
| Iced out brand new grill |
| Roll the tape yo bitch on film |
| With my niggas still |
| Gotta see em hit a mil |
| Grabbin on her butt |
| Tarro go in for the kill |
| I throw money up |
| All my bitches like veneers |
| Brand new iced out grill |
| All Mob beats is ill |
| Pop it I can’t feel, yeah |
| Pop it I can’t feel |
| Pull up like a till |
| Her stomach I feel |
| Kill the pussy real |
| No cap like foreal |
| I just wanna see |
| Shawty let me peep |
| Baby I can be |
| Something so unique |
| I know, I know, I know |
| She different |
| Every time we talk |
| She listen |
| She don’t even do |
| Sneak dissin |
| And she don’t complain |
| No bitchin |
| She a bad bitch and I know |
| Pullin out the racks, a wallow |
| She gon ride it like a Tahoe |
| I divide a bitch, a model |
| I don’t need to win the lotto |
| Rap life, grab the throttle |
| She not basic |
| Promised her that we gon make it |
| Please don’t say shit |
| Here’s a million dollars take it |
| You don’t wanna help me in the mic |
| Melodies that I’m singin about my life |
| Iced out brand new grill |
| Roll the tape yo bitch on film |
| With my niggas still |
| Gotta see em hit a mil |
| Grabbin on her butt |
| Tarro go in for the kill |
| I throw money up |
| All my bitches like veneers |
| Iced out brand new grill |
| Roll the tape yo bitch on film |
| With my niggas still |
| Gotta see em hit a mil |
| Grabbin on her butt |
| Tarro go in for the kill |
| I throw money up |
| All my bitches like veneers |
| Juice it got me slow |
| I think I need more |
| Cuffin that’s a no no |
| Pop my roof in snow tho |
| Ice |
| Bae I’ll change ya life |
| Money lookin tight |
| Come over here I’ll make it right |
| I can see the truth |
| Look in your eyes |
| I can tell |
| I’m not the only guy |
| Every thing come |
| It’ll take your time |
| Now she feel slump |
| Said she wanna die |
| They call me a stunner |
| Said I did shit in the Regal |
| Said that she can’t trust me |
| I’m a dog, yes I’m a beagle |
| I can’t trust nobody |
| Middle fingers up to people |
| Iced out brand new grill |
| Roll the tape yo bitch on film |
| With my niggas still |
| Gotta see em hit a mil |
| Grabbin on her butt |
| Tarro go in for the kill |
| I throw money up |
| All my bitches like veneers |
| Iced out brand new grill |
| Roll the tape yo bitch on film |
| With my niggas still |
| Gotta see em hit a mil |
| Grabbin on her butt |
| Tarro go in for the kill |
| I throw money up |
| All my bitches like veneers |