เพลง All N My Grill (feat. Big Boi) (Explicit)

Don't explain, you never change

Same old thing, same old game

Say ya want to be wit' me

But show me my ring

Baby, let me think

I been in the cold

The story untold, about to unfold

How do you expect me

To ever believe you won't be wit' me

Why you all in my grill

Why you all in

Can you pay my bills

Can you pay my bills

Let me know if you will

Let me know, know

Cuz a chick gotta live

A chick like me, I got to live

Talk is talk, and talk is cheap

Tell it to her, don't say it to me

Cuz I know I'm in control,See tricks are for kids

and boo I'm too old

Go 'head, with your games

Don't ever come back to me again

Where you go, remember me

I'm the best thing in history

Why you all in my grill

Why, why, why

Can you pay my bills

Can you pay my bills

Let me know if you will

Let me know boy, boy

Cuz a chick gotta live

A chick got to live, ooh yeah

Third time

Third time

I moved you in, took you back

In my life

I was a fool

I don't know what's wrong with me

Third time

Third time

I moved you in, took you back in my life

oh yeah, yeah

Why you all in my grill

All in my grill

Can you pay my bills

Can you pay my bills, yeah

Let me know if you will

Let me know if you will

Cuz a chick gotta live

Why you all in my grill

Can you pay my bills

Ooh, pay my bills

Let me know if you will

Let me know, let me know baby, baby

Cuz a chick gotta live

A chick like me, I got to live

If you want me, where's my dough?

Give me money, buy me clothes

No need for talking, have my dough

Where's my money? Where's my clothes?

If you want me, where's my dough?

Give me money, buy me clothes

No need for talking, have my dough?

Where's my money? Where's my clothes?

Aight, uh

Why you all in my grill?

I'm thinkin' it's time to chill

Yeah, but you on a drill, though

I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville

Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend

And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker

Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker

I told you I was the street talker

It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's

And your Frederick's

You wanted the Waldorf Astoria

But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you

To give you to the "G", and never claim you

Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin'

Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too

You blamin' who? You namin' who?

I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew

Big Boi, they the phat sacks

She pretty D, all they same, boo

But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family

So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me

Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee

And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G

Yeah, yeah