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dipset - grill 'em (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: cam’ron]
this is a remix
j.r writer…featuring h-ll rell, and myself… killa!
we about to let y’all motherf-ckers know why we run the world…..ya diiiiig?

[bridge: jr writer]
this that get ’em sound
this that get it down
this that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around
this that pick a clown, size him up, try ya luck
playa hate, grill him down…lemme see you twist ya frown

[cam’ron]
killa!
they got guns, well maybe they’ll squeeze / (maybe they’ll squeeze)
i’m a piano i got 88 keys (88 keys)
mami sniffed it, it went to baby brain (wooo)
road the subway now i’m on the gravy train (aiiiiii!)
what you call balling, all y’all boring
knock his teeth on the grill, “paul wall foreman”
all these pr-cks, i took weed trips
“tore the club up”, yep, on that 3 6 (three six mafia)
i’m the realest of cats, and i’m still where it’s at
i been broke with the south, trill to the trap
stealing, wheeling caps i been peeling them back (back)
we dealing you squealing, we killing the rats (rats!)
santana…..kill em kill em kill em, kill em!
j.r…grill em grill em grill em, grill em!
i will pop you while i’m popping a pop-a-wheel
paid in full not the deal…put him in potter’s field

[hook: jr writer]
don’t stop, grill em!
don’t stop, grill em!
don’t stop, grill em!
don’t stop, grill em!
don’t stop, grill em, grill em, grill em, grill em, grill em
don’t stop, grill em!

[h-ll rell]
mr. ruger picture a coward confronting me
nature’s mad because the trunk is in the front of me / (foreign)
gangsta’s on in the back of me, hammer on the hip of me
hand full of piffery, d-mn i know they sick of me
they gon’ say the boy’s the hardest this year
and i’m a g so, i’ma eat regardless this year
come to the crib, yeah it’s r-t-rded in there
big screens, suede couches, bunch of marble in there
d-mn, undercover hating, sh-t just let it out
and why ya hair done ma, all you gon’ do is sweat it out
go through any n-gg- town and dipset it out
sh-t they’d rather set him up then just set him out
make these n-gg-‘s bleed, make ’em blood donors
and they don’t wanna let me in, smack the club owner
got shades on, i’m always high b-tch
you looking at a star, i ain’t even in the sky b-tch

[hook]

[bridge: jr writer]
this that get ’em sound
this that get it down
this that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around

[j.r writer]
the sporty is foreign, shorty’s adoring (all day)
f-ck if the couches are suede, my mauries are on ’em (f-ck it)
i’m fresh head to toe check how bad the don bling
a thousand grams, chain got a barry bonds swing (bling!)
i get her with the swag, then get ’em with the jag (errrr!)
what’s on my left sleeve is what get ’em to the pad
them chickens in a bag, you ain’t fresh in my eyes
i ain’t doing nothing to her but she’s letting me slide
from the floor to the bathroom, hall to the backroom
then dog out the wh-r-, on his b-lls like a vacuum
mack ’em and duck to the back of the bus
she’s a scraggler and yup, she ain’t wack but she sucks
if you act like a scr-p then in back is a truck (with what?)
where they packing a mac with some caps for you smucks
huh, i can’t stand to slouch, you know what fam’s about
she ask to see my grill so i pulled the phantom out (look at this grill)

[hook]

[outro: jr writer]
this that get ’em sound
this that get it down
this that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin around
this that pick a clown, size him up, try ya luck
playa hate, grill him down… lemme see you twist ya frown

- dipset

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