Underground Kingz feat. Eightball and MJG Gold Grill Lyrics

Dirty Money Track Listing
  • 1 Let Me See It
  • 2 Choppin' Blades
  • 3 Look at Me
  • 4 Ain't That a Bitch
  • 5 Gold Grill
  • 6 PA Nigga
  • 7 Holdin' Na
  • 8 Don't Say Shit
  • 9 Dirty Money
  • 10 Like a Pimp
  • 11 Pimpin' Ain't No Illusion
  • 12 Take It Off
  • 13 Wood Wheel
  • 14 Money, Hoes & Power
  • [Pimp C]
    Uh...steady ?? steady ??
    Bitch don't never get no rest

    [Pimp C]
    Uh...Grippin' the five, I'm a pimp in my mind;
    I'm 'bout a bitch got some goals, with a good credit line
    So, we pop the plastic..
    If she hustle, I ball
    Long as she payin' daddy
    Ain't no problems at all
    So, we break the mall
    Now and then we fuck;
    And then the bitch gon' be cool
    Long as the paper stay up
    When she suck on my pipe
    Them golds shiny and bright..
    Got them ?? hittin' that service every fuckin' night
    I'm tal'in' 'bout NBA tricks
    NFL tricks
    NHL tricks
    Payin' my bitch
    Grade A pussy and she payin' for my dick;
    She on my two-way now
    The bitch done hit a fat dick, a fat dick

    [Chorus: Bun B]
    Now tell me what it's all about in that South:
    Big gold grill in yo mouth
    With leather inside your car, on yo' back, in yo' house
    Get in a nigga's ride, the seat feel like a couch
    Big cheese in my pouch
    Bitch, if it hurt, say "Ouch"
    [Chorus: Pimp C]
    Show ya grill if you will, show ya grill if you will
    Show ya grill if you will, and you down with the trill
    Show ya golds if ya bold, show ya golds if ya bold
    Show ya golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold

    [Bun B]
    See this one right here, my niggas
    We gon' dedicate it
    To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills gold-plated
    Never hated, never will
    We stayin' forever trill;
    But boys on the blocks
    They keep comin' forever ??
    Open face with them designs...shit
    Maybe a rack on top and bottom with a couple of diamonds to add some shine
    Some niggas got that yella gold
    Some niggas got that white
    Some niggas got that platinum and bling, bling 'em all night
    Shit, I know this boy with one gold, no ice;
    I know a nigga who got robbed and bought the same teeth twice;
    Muthafuckas with fangs, symbols of gangs or they squad
    Some real and some fraud;
    Spell the name of they broad
    Got boys that praise the Lord
    With open face and they cross
    Some did all thirty-two, and paid a heavy-ass cost
    So, whether you the boss, the runner, or the square
    C'mon down to the South;
    We got gold grills everywhere


    Gold in the middle, they stay shiny
    One on each canine;
    You get one free if you not paid on government aid
    Go get some shades
    You blindin' hoes with 14 carat sun rays
    But while they all up in yo grill
    They vision blurry for days
    Stacked, and ya say, "But couldn't I just stop at one" just like Lays
    You left the whole jaw twinkle, to stick a rag in ya face
    You buff 'em and shit;
    They sparkle like the comets in space
    I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club, and a spade

    White ice on ??; that's what we be flippin', Ball
    3rd Ward to The Mound
    You know that we keep it raw
    8Ball on my grill, baby, love it when I smile;
    Say it make her pussy wet
    And make her nipples get all hard
    I try to break myself from the same ol' pattern
    In the boulevards scattered, full a hatin': nigga chatterin'
    Hoes, if you ask me, "What them niggas be about?"
    Hate me 'cause my flow official
    And I'm from that Dirty South


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