Lyrics:
, bestest food there its
WANT SOME coQ au vin? You can crammit, man!
Grits, grits, bestest food there its
Like pheasant under glass? Hey, you can kiss my
But when opposition comes, sometimes I don't care
I tell them, you can kiss my gospel grits
You gotta be tough, you gotta be rough
Fightin' in the dead
he dead)
Run 'cause the cop is gonna come
Diss my Plug style
So they can kiss my grits
Hold my balls without a mitt, grab
The mouthpiece
and I'm hoin', Ira Reiner
Can kiss my grits like Flo, on "Mel's Diner"
I'm meaner than a motherfucking hyena chasing antelope
Put my chrome to your dome,
(yeah, check it out, uh)
Ah hum
Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle
So twinkle, twinkle,
(yeah, check it out, uh)
Ah hum
Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle
I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle
So twinkle, twinkle,
butter head
Kiss my grits (work)
Your Mama's in the kitchen, but the oven's on the fritz
Your Daddy's in jail (come on)
Raising hell (come on)
and that's as good as it gets
I'm diggin' it
Clickin' the dial with a satisfied smile
I'm diggin' it
Kiss my grits and call me darlin'
Ain't too proud to beg
shit's harder to figure out than what Britney's tit size is
I probably pissed you off again, didn't I bitch? (So what)
Christina Gaguilera, kiss my grits
on lake Titty Caca!
Jerry: “Sir, stop this nonsense! We must talk about the war!”
Doc: “Kiss my grits buddy. We can take it. I'm tickled pink that I came
my pick got my rings
I talk my Ish, kiss my grits
Top player made the list
You should call it quits
Go back to the bench
Your stench is very heavy
jacket chill grow old
Fuck this weather I can take this shit
I'm sorry Townsville but you can kiss my grits
with JRAG, you be sorry
'Cause these fists feel like they bricks
They break your face
You cannot fix
Your crooked ass can kiss my grits!
Fuck nigga, who
Word, I'm ready
Divinity when I spit, this, literally is my gift
Message to devilish industries is kiggedy kiss my, grits
A minimalist, with little
falsetto
Your just a kid they say
More like a jitt they say
Much more to live they say
Man fuck em
Suck my dick I say
Kiss my grits I say
I'm with shits so
on an olive pit
She'll choke you with her oven mitt
Always screaming "kiss my grits"
Uh-huh
Elvis has left the building
Riding a donkey backwards down a one-way
Yeah they love to tell me "stick
To music" I tell
'em "kiss my grit's to your bruised lips"
Wicks burn quick when the fuse lit
Comes with whole lot
and hush your mouth and kiss my grits
Get up baby, get up
I wanna see your rock n roll
C'mon and let it all loose
Gotta light that fuse and let that
a workin' man's warnin'
As long as I got eighteen on the road
I'm makin' my load on time
They can kiss my grit's, I
Got a nicotine fit
And I'm rollin' on down
nuttin man!
That's the grits that needs cash man!
I like my grits with sugar man
I like them with butter
Sweet and smooth man
Who
In the back of the crib
Smoking on that good shit
Finally making checks
So we finally getting lit
If you don't like how I flex
You can kiss up on my
witness
Kiss these grits with apoca-lips
And when it ends better bet y’all can suck my
Since I hit that gas I can’t slow down
Yellow lights they flash I
the Van Allen belt lies
Stupid they never went my guy
Confirm my bladder when I piss
The bullet is your last soul kiss
My evidence is parti pris
Hominy
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
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