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Rob the jewelry store and tell 'em make me a grill Add the whole top diamond and the bottom row's gold Yo we bout to start a epidemic wit this one Y'all know what this is, So So Def Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty more at the top All invisible set with 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 changing girlls 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 VVS studded, you can tell when they cut it You see my grandmama hate it, but my lil' mama love it Cause when I Open up ya mouth, ya grill gleamin' (say what) Eyes stay low from the cheifin' (cheifin') I got a grill they call penny candy, you know what that means It look like Now and Laters, gum drops, jelly beans I wouldn't leave it for nothing only a crazy man would So if you catch me in your city, somewhere out in your hood Just say [Chorus] Smile for me daddy (What you looking 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 for me daddy (What you looking 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) What it do baby Its the ice man Paul Wall I got my mouth looking something 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 chewing on aluminum foil Smiling showing off my diamonds sipping on some potent oil I put my money where my mouth is and bought a grill Twenty carats thirty stacks let 'em know I'm so for real My motivation is from thirty pointers, VVS The furniture my mouth piece simply symbolize success I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivating But its what smile that's got these onlookers spectating My mouth piece simply certified a total package Open up my mouth and you see more carrots than a salad My teeth are mind blowing giving everybody chills Call me George Foreman cause I'm selling everybody grills [Chorus] Gipp got them yellows, got them purples, got them reds Lights gon' hit and make you woozy in your head You can catch me in my 2 short drop Mouth got colors like a Fruit Loop box It's what it do, in the Lou' Ice grill, country grammar Where the hustlers move bricks And the gangsters bang hammers Where I got 'em you can spot 'em On the top, on the bottom Gotta bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham I ain't dissing nobody but lets bring it to the light Gipp was the first with my mouth bright white Yeah these hoes can't focus cause they eyesight blurry Tipping on some 4's you can see my mouth jewelry I got four different sets its a fabulous thang One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain And the other set the same got my name in the mold (Had a whole top diamonds and the bottom row's gold) [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]
Written by: Cameron F Gipp, Jermaine Dupri, James Philips, Cornell Iral Haynes, Ali K Jones, Clifford Joseph Harris, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Kelendria Trene Rowland, Rich Harrison, Paul Michael Slayton, Sean Garrett, Dwayne Michael Carter, Tenitra Williams
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