Lyrics:
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
bitch)
I sized your measurements (size)
Politics, I'm geeked up, I took a whole lot of grits (geeked)
Ain't steppin' in no more Giuseppe kicks (nah)
I
Grit, pearl, oyster
Lovers of God, be grateful
Love what we've got
Life's a struggle to love
Grit, pearl, oyster
Stay
Stay
Stay
Stay
Stay
the hell you been
Why they keep treatin' us this way?
hot grits is a new game we play
We'll burn (oh)
We'll cut you (oh)
We'll kill you (oh)
We don't
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along with that
Can't truss it
Can't
the hell you been
Why they keep treatin' us this way?
hot grits is a new game we play
We'll burn (oh)
We'll cut you (oh)
We'll kill you (oh)
We don't
comfort
Ooh-whoa, whoa, ooh-whoa, whoa
I drop everything to come over
Ooh-whoa, whoa, ooh-whoa, whoa
Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth
Just
there with a big ol' smile, yeah
And meanwhile, down home
Oh, you know mama's still cooking
Them down home grits
I promise I'm working
With this
to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!)
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!)
Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker
want no little ol' danish rolls, I must have ham and grits
And my woman does look good in her T-shirt, standing in the Georgia rain
And the New South
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
it stuck in the mix
Breakfast time we at the kitchen
With it bubbling grit's
Scrambling eggs cause we be
Packing hammers for days
Lemon squeezer for
Get your hands up
I got a maid cooking grit's
With a outfit so tight
My niggas wanna stay the whole night
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T lee
Nigga
niggas (What?)
I guess that all depends
Wordplay, figure it out let's get it
Gritty grimy grit's on your lady tit's
Sloppy Joes, I'm spreading it
One all
The truth is I got this here secret
I've been keeping from you baby
'Cause I know that you gonna
Tear up the place
Punch me in my face, pull the hot grit's
the rifles up
We're gonna load them dogs
On the pickup truck
And take off to calhoun country
And catch us a coon
Eating grit's and gravy and country ham
Go
goes to eat at the Ritz
Big steaks, that's the breaks
We eat hominy grits
From a bag, what a drag
He's got a car made of suede
With a black
compress it to get the chips
But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks
The boy hide his grits, the boy pot ain't grits
Might use a microwave if I'm tryna do
a mi ho check out my zumbie flow
When I kick it like this
I eat your chicken grit's
And I like to eat your brain in a hurry
Like chicken curry or oxtail
And grit's was made for cookin'
And eyes were made for lookin'
Go on and do it, do it, do it
Go on and do it, do it, do it
Hey, do it, do it to it but do it
Do you remember
The southern breakfast treat
Referred to as grits
But it looks like cream of wheat
[Chorus: x2]
Don't bring me down
Please,
I ain't rich
I sneak with a piece when I grit (grit)
I'm just another gatman caught up in the mix (mix)
Tryna take yo' dollar and yo' fifteen cents
a groove like this
You know, you know, know
I need the grit, got the grit
Wanna eat, got to get
Need to get, go to grit
Now, Fred, you know
Hey, Fred
HAMMER I DONE NAIL DA BITCH
IM IN DA KITCHEN WHIPPIN UP DA EXTRA GRITS
IM POSTED IN DA TRAP I GOT EXTRA STICKS
I CAME UP ON A COME UP HAD TO SCALE DA
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