Lyrics:
and we're livin' like rats
All you need, you need is just
True grit, True grit
Rule number one: stick to your guns
Born to kill, born to lose
I'm raisin'
This is Jay P Bangz
Remember I ain't have a pot to piss
Scrambled eggs with a pot of grits
I done seen the worst, I been through a whole lot
biscuits, grits and gravy and the waitress calls you baby
And the starlight’s like a streetlight on a summer night.
We say hell ya and amen, yeehaw, and y’all
and live it how I want to
Shit can't keep me down, I've had enough
Always grit your teeth at what's in front of you (Ugh!)
Never stressed breeze through
know that I come ready
I can't show no love, if you don't show it back
She want grits and fish, I take her to Thumbs Up
This a brand new whip, you see
bout to show you the way
Hey young girl
Little girl
Tell that boy to stir like grits
Oh baby
HOOK:
Circular motion
Nice and slow
Whip it real good
something
Serve a nigga quick grit something
Fuck wit me and you can get something
Closed mouths don't get fed
Hard head make a soft ass
I just want my daily
Physically, physically fit
Catcher in the rye, want a taste of it
Boom Mumbai, wanna feel my grit
People in the Bronx wanna take a trip
a whole lot to say
Hits that stick like grits
Hits that stick like grits
Hits that stick like grits
Like grits
Oh oh oh
Fiddle
But I'm still labeled a hoe
And I'll admit to it though
Watch my horns attach
I'll show Beyoncé
My halo
Got grit to go with my grind
But shit it's
technique
Never fold under pressure we just cope through the pain
On my soul lil bitch we got so much to gain
Gotta go, gotta grit in the snow sleet rain
I be
trato de dormir un poco
A ver si se me quita esta cara e' drogo
Everybody get trip-trippy
Everybody lit-lit-litty
Coming from the grit-grit
we flipping, got grit's
She love when I pop that shit
Eating good with a bad ass bitch
Over wine, you can have my kids
Beat her back and she singing
limit
I recall the simplicity
How easily the world would ignite in us a flame
Surround us in its mystery
Now we're grown, grit's hitting deep
Fire still
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
True Grit's the only movie
I've really understood in years
You gotta take your analyst along
To see if it's fit to see
Whatever happened to Randolph
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
than a crime
Your eyes may roll, your teeth may grit
But none of my money will you get
You can look at my bank book
But I'll never let you feel my purse
must.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,
I'll be full of grit
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die
You'll know the reason why
must.
Where the desert sand is nice and handy,
I'll be full of grit
You won't see my heels for the dust.
I'll do or die
You'll know the reason why
Oh give me some hominy grits
And some red sugar-cured ham
Give me a great big bowl of gravy
I'd be such a happy man
If I could see the magnolias
Dragging these roots like a bag of bones
I guess where I'm from won't let me go
A hickory heart and a moonshine soul
A little more grit than a gravel road
Peeped out Little Miss Muffet on her tuffet eating grits
She saw the MAC-10 and the bitch had the shits
Ran into her house, called up her crew
'Cause
about yo' grit! (grit!)
Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!)
Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!)
Be a block
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