
Grillz Gleamin DJ Drama (Ft. Bo Hagon, Diamond, Lil Scrappy & Princess)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Grillz Gleamin" от DJ Drama (Ft. Bo Hagon, Diamond, Lil Scrappy & Princess). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Chorus: Unknown]
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
[Verse 1: Bo Hagon]
You know Bo Hagon had to come through to fuck with y'all, man!
Chea, I'm is world-renowned, we mobbing through your town
Smoking good and pouring rounds, big rims that go around
On peanut butter seat, suede leather, cut a crease
I blow smoke up through the roof, spit poetry off the booth
I'm gon' come through shining hard, dirt roads or boulevards
Plenty hoes and plenty cars, I don't deal, I just play the cards!
This here that Gangsta Grill, that other shit ain't for real
That other shit ain't the real, listen here, this what it is (What it is!)
[Chorus: Unknown]
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
[Verse 1: Bo Hagon]
You know Bo Hagon had to come through to fuck with y'all, man!
Chea, I'm is world-renowned, we mobbing through your town
Smoking good and pouring rounds, big rims that go around
On peanut butter seat, suede leather, cut a crease
I blow smoke up through the roof, spit poetry off the booth
I'm gon' come through shining hard, dirt roads or boulevards
Plenty hoes and plenty cars, I don't deal, I just play the cards!
This here that Gangsta Grill, that other shit ain't for real
That other shit ain't the real, listen here, this what it is (What it is!)
[Chorus: Unknown]
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
They grill-they grill-they grill gleamin'! (gleamin'!)
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