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Grill 'Em

アーティスト:J.R. Writer  アルバム:History In The Making 

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Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em Grill em, grill em, don't stop This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no) This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown [Verse 1:] This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it) Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker) Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra) But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers (what) And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer (queer) Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared (scared) If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in here And that shit match ya gear (grill em, grill em) This aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope) This is for those stone cold playa haters Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh) See I be on my D-I-P Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T (come here) Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I.D. And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em [Hook:] This that get em sound, this that get it down (down) This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no)


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