Nelly feat. Paul Wall, Ali & Gipp - Grillz

       
Lyrics (Songtext)

Grillz



Album: Sweatsuit
 
 

 

Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill
Add the whole top diamond and the bottom row's gold

(J.D.)
Yo we 'bout to start a epidemic wit this one
Y'all know what this is so, so Def

(Nelly)
Got 30 down at the bottom, 30 mo at the top
All invisible set wit little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot
I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold
I'm changin' grils everyday, like Jay change clothes
I might be grilled out nicely (oh) In my white tee (oh)
Or on South Beach (oh) in my wife B
V V and studded you can tell when they cut it
ya see my grandmama hate it, but my lil mama love it
'cause when I

(Frau)
Open up ya mouth,
Ya grill gleamin' (say what) eyes stay low from the cheifin' (cheifin')

(Nelly)
I got a grill they call penny candy you know
what that means, it look like Now 'n Laters, gum drops, jelly beans
I wouldn't leave it for nothin' only a crazy man would
So if you catch me in ya city, somewhere out in ya hood just say

(Frau [Nelly])
Smile for me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let me see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom rows gold)

(Paul Wall)
What it do baby
Its the ice man Paul Wall
I got my mouth lookin' somethin' like a disco ball
I got the diamonds and the ice all hand set
I might 'cause a cold front if I take a deep breath
My teeth gleaming like I'm chewin' on aluminum foil
Smilein' showin' off my diamonds sippin' on some potin' oil
I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill
20 karats 30 stacks let 'em know I'm so fo real
My motivation is from 30 pointers V vs.
To furniture my mouth piece simply symbolize obsessed
I got the wrist wear and neck wear dats captivatin'
But its what smiles dat got these arms lookin spectatin'
My mouth piece simply certified a total package
Open up my mouth and you see more carrots than a salad
My teeth are mind blowin' givin' everybody chillz
Call me George Foreman 'cause I'm sellin' everybody grillz

(Frau [Nelly])
Smile for me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let me see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom rows gold)

(Gipp)
Gipp got dem yellows, got dem purples, got dem reds
Lights gon head and make you woozie in ya head
You can catch me in my 2 short drop
Mob got colors like a fruit loop box

(Ali)
This what it do when the lou
Ice grill Country Grammar
Where the hustlas move bricks
And the gangsta's bang hamma's
Where I got 'em you can spot them
On the top in the bottom
Gotta bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham

(Gipp)
I ain't dissin' no body but let's bring it to the lite
Yeah was the first wit my mouth bright white
Yeah deez hos can't focus cause they eyesight blurry
Tippin' on some 4's you can see my mouth jewelry

(Ali)
I got fo different sets its a fabolous thang
One white, one yellow, like fabolous chain
And the otha set is same got my name in the mold
(Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold)

(Frau [Nelly])
Smile for me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let me see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom rows gold)

(Frau)
Boy how you get grill that way and
How much did you pay
Every time I see you
Tha first thing I'm gon say hey

(Frau [Nelly])
Smile for me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
Let me see ya grill
(Let me see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill)
Smile fo me daddy
(What you lookin' at)
I want to see your grill
(You wanna see my what)
Ya, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill
(Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom rows gold)

 

 

Album: Sweatsuit

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