Grillz Gleamin

Lyrics

[Chorus] They grill, they grill, they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) [Verse 1: Bo Hagon] (You know Bo Hagon had to come through and fuck with y'all, man!) Still here, it's world-renowned, we mobbing through your town Smoking good and pouring rounds, big rims that go around On peanut butter seats, suede leather, cut a crease I blow smoke up through the roof, spit poetry off in the booth I'm gon' come through shining hard, dirt roads or boulevards Plenty hoes and plenty cars, I don't deal, I just play the cards This here that Gangsta Grillz, that other shit ain't for real That other shit ain't the real, listen here, this what it is, what it is [Chorus] They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) [Verse 2: Princess] Well, it's that thick chick that's on the scene Got the crown on my head so you know it's me And even if you don't, niggas caught the bling And I roll with a group of niggas holding things! Big bank boss chick with the ass poked out Rise to the top, yeah, bitch, laugh now! Gotta push you trying to get this out ya ass down Competition know, all the other bitches back down! Looking for a nigga that's riding clean Got a nice-ass car and a grill that gleam! Down-ass-nigga is what I really need Don't got what I want? You on the wrong team Know on the low-key, you hoes are gon' see When I walk through the club, all eyes are on me! Grind to the finish, I hustle with more cheese I'm a cool-ass chick, to know is to know me Balling Princess, yup, never slacking Talking that shit to me ain't what it is I can be jazzy with my heels on Or thug it out with Timbs and a Gangsta Grill! I'm a smart chick, I'm bankin' on mills Sad 'cause I'm around, they hate when I'm real Down with the Mob, I'm all about the bills If you go against me, I'mma thank you still! [Chorus: Unknown] They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) [Verse 3: Lil Scrappy] Yeah, yeah I got diamonds on my neck and diamonds on my wrist Yeah, they say I fuck with shorty, I got diamonds on my dick Ay! Yeah, they ask me "How does it feel?" I ain't got a Paul Wall, but I got a Gangsta Grill Forty-five stacks, add tax, that's fifty Nigga real, shorty, ask Jon and 50 I got something for them boys that wanna come get me I'ma hit you with this semi, damn right I'll bring the hemi [Verse 4: Diamond] Diamond, yeah! Neck gleamin' and glistenin', blue and yellow like Michigan Yeah, my nigga tote pistols and keep a couple grand in his hand Don't stand a chance, I must remind you Bitch, I'm Diamond, I'm STILL gon' blind you Talkin' shit and I will come find you Whippin' in some shit with Diamond Simon says show me your wrist Shitting diamonds, wanna take a piss I don't care, you can call me Miss Razzle Dazzle or Twinkle, bitch! You need a chick like me, I'm honest Diamonds on my feet and stomach A boss bitch that's always stuntin' See the bling before I'm comin' I'm RICH, BITCHES! So go on and hate And a nigga got money in the bank On the streets, I got that work Hit a lick, I got that stank Hpnotiq off in my drink You wanna wife me, but you know you can't Ho, I'm shining for a reason Make a nigga think he dreamin' 'Cause you know your girl be... [Chorus] They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!) They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)