Lyrics:
at the family bar be que
The smell from the grill mixes up with the sunshine
Do opposites attract well I'm accepting that
She likes the rain and he likes
while you got your wood by the fire
I got my bar-b-que out with summer attire yeah
Man we all love the same
So Merry Christmas all the way from South
She'd bar me from the Bar-B-Que
After I eat the bar and grill
I might eat barbie too
Yeah that white girl
That tie laces too tight girl
With a snack
get more
Got the chopp
Monkey nuts
With The beam
On it
Got the bar b que grill
Put the beef on it
Fake fraud niggas
Be to funny
Heard you hating
Bar-b-ques are smokin' steaks are on the grill
Gonna' start slow we got the whole night to kill
You'll find almost anything you need
Willies on his
offending the opps
You stay the type to call up the cops
We hide the weed in the house
Throw bar b que outside the spot
Pull up take over the block
It's
offending the opps
You stay the type to call up the cops
We hide the weed in the house
Throw bar b que outside the spot
Pull up take over the block
It's
on chrome
'Cademy Manor nigga's got bar-be -que's
Probably don't stop till its dark
And niggas on 25th cleaning up the rides
And J niggas coming through
Look at the grill
Look at the grill
Look at the grill
Look at the grill
This for my niggas with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp
you say Country! - Tailgate Country!
party in the parking lot. Beer is cold and the girls are hot home brew and Bar-B-Que man we got it all daytime we
Ask Wawa she can validate
Bangarang Gang We a demonstrate
Bar b Que a nigga for his dinner plate
Used to cop xannys from my homie granny
You can hear
and never want to go home
Even when the streets lights came on
We still rode till dawn
Three wheel motion, slidin' and coastin'
Smell the bar-be-que
mobile)
Look at the grill
Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
Wood grain, wheel
there'll never be another
Ludacris spreadin' my gift like Jif
And I'm stuck in ya grill like peanut butter
I'm on
Ice givin' me the chills
Drank, I
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes holding wood grain
What ya know about switching lanes
my grill
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Mercedes S 430 she like how the leather feel
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
New
the south's takin' over
Uhh
[Mannie Fresh - Chorus]
Caddie Devils
Wood steerin' wheels
Got that chromed out lady on top of the grill
With your foot in
a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got
up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup,
up wreck it
In a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partners, yeah you know we coming down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup,
a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold
for tonight
Fuck out my grill little hoe
Fuck out my grill little hoe
She played a nigga arcade
Gauntlet Dark Legacy
I Sat back n rolled a wood
Had
at ya boy
I'm ma show ya how to work a wood wheel
Chrome lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it
off in they teeth
Fifth wheel and grill
(Fifth wheel and grill)
Candy Seville
(Candy Seville)
Might pop a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
(Workin'
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