Lyrics:
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
Grits, grits, bestest food there its
Country caviar, Tennessee foiE gras
Grits, grits bestest food there its
You can keep cuisine, give me my grits
a Waffle House
My trap house a Waffle House
We got grits for the low
We got grits for the low
We got grits for the low
We got grits for the low
My trap
(grit)
I do more in one day than you do in a week
I don't need nobody I got all the keys
From Monday on to Sunday
It's like I don't sleep, sleep, sleep,
(grit)
I do more in one day than you do in a week
I don't need nobody I got all the keys
From monday on to sunday
It's like I don't sleep, sleep, sleep,
got grits for the low (grits for the low)
We got grits for the low (grits for the low)
We got grits for the low (grits for the low)
We got grits for
insane
And every morning, I'm eatin' the same thing
I'm addicted to them GRITS
I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
Old school Chevy flow, yams, grits and collard greens
Old school Chevy flow, yams, grits and collard greens
Yams, grits and collard greens
Yams,
and grit's
On the corner, drinking out a jug of lemonade
I'm not a rapper, pussy nigga
I's a renegade i put them sliders in the
Backseat of them rental plates
b***h tryna remind me she ain't it
(F**k that b***h, f**k that b***h)
Ugh b***h
Hot grits hot grits hot grits
Hot grits hot grits hot grits
Hot grits hot
All we do is grit
All we
All we do is
Mmmm mmm
Hmm
If you wanna get it gotta rise up early
Khexk the wrist watch money 8 thirty
Thick karamel next
raised in the south
Raised in the south (Grit's x4)
I like my girls raised in the south
Raised in the south (Grit's x4)
I like my girls raised in the south
cause mine is out
Spendin' to much time for you
I'm sure a thing can help me out
It's the grit, the grit...
It's the grit, the grit...
It's the grit
Hey, ha
Ain't nothin like the grits
Let's go
Some girls
Like high class bars
And some girls
Drive them fancy cars
And some girls (yeah,
y'alls gold
Never seems to glow
Now we can all breath slow
Once the fiend's exposed
It goes heave ho you never got the grit right
Bark fame but you never
digging but I'm not gonna quit
Gave myself a lift straight out of this bitch
Grit Grit Grit Grit Grit Grit
Struggling fears I'm manic
Not well years a panic
collar, no fancy house
Where you love your neighbor as you love yourself
These days when I turn on the news, it's always something new
We need grit -
I been counting cheese
Got it melting on the grits
Feel like I just hit a lick
Feel like I just hit a lick
I been counting cheese
Got it melting
You gotta have grit, you gotta make plans
Grit, you can't rely on chance
Grit, to realize your schemes
Grit, to fulfil your dreams
First of all, you
[BRIDGE]
Country cookin I be cookin grits up in the kitchen(work)
Country cookin I be whipping grits up in the kitchen(work)
Country cookin I be
really don't know
I really don't know
You tell me hold on
I really don't
Hell nah
Hell hell nah man
Hell na
Hell hell nah hell nah
Oooooh
I got Grit
I got
Kick up the dirt cuz the dust makes grit
Kick up the dirt cuz the dust makes grit
Kick up the dirt cuz the dust makes grit
Kick up the dirt cuz the dust
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the boat,
Ah-ah
Yeah, yeah
She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic, and that's all I need
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love
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