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L$ BBY - Grill Cheese Lyrics



L$ BBY - Grill Cheese Lyrics
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I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
Pressure pack
You know I gotta keep it on me (pressua)
Pressure in my lungs yeah you know that's how I'm breathing (pressua)
Purp in my cup make a bitch start leaning (pressua)
Puffin with my grill what the hell was I thinking (pressua)
Ayyy smile with my grill cheese in
Yeahhhh smile with my grill cheese
Can't talk to the broke
Cause my talk ain't cheap (money) (ain't cheap)
Uh can't starve I gotta eat
Serve me up a grill cheese
Bitch I got gold teeth (yeah)
I just wanna put this pretty pussy on his goatee (goatee)
Show him how I'm blessed
Heaven sent this pussy holy
If I see the cheese
He might get this macaroni (muah)
He ain't got a bag
So I might just bag his homie
Bitch when I smile say cheese
I had to f*ck some shit up on the lowest lowkey (lowkey)
Ayy ain't shit you show me
Bitch I know my numbers like 123 (123)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
Pressure pack
You know I gotta keep it on me (pressua)
Pressure in my lungs yeah you know that's how I'm breathing (pressua)
Purp in my cup make a bitch start leaning (pressua)
Puffin with my grill what the hell was I thinking (pressua)
Ayyy smile with my grill cheese in
Money good
Money green like guacamole
I'm his favorite prize
He always leaving with a trophy (yeah)
Uh only rich niggas approach me
Don't want it if he can't pop the shot like Kobe
Don't want it if he ain't got the cheese like Colby (naaa)
Baby treat me like the lawn chair
Gone and fold me (uhhh)
Baby I don't play no games
No you can't control me
Bitch I'm a star
Everything is below me
Favorite time of day is six sixteen (sixteen)
Bitches always mad when they nigga choose me
Huh you could never school me
Bitch I know my letters like abc
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
Pressure pack
You know I gotta keep it on me (pressua)
Pressure in my lungs yeah you know that's how I'm breathing (pressua)
Purp in my cup make a bitch start leaning (pressua)
Puffin with my grill what the hell was I thinking (pressua)
Ayyy smile with my grill cheese in
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I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
Pressure pack
You know I gotta keep it on me (pressua)
Pressure in my lungs yeah you know that's how I'm breathing (pressua)
Purp in my cup make a bitch start leaning (pressua)
Puffin with my grill what the hell was I thinking (pressua)
Ayyy smile with my grill cheese in
Yeahhhh smile with my grill cheese
Can't talk to the broke
Cause my talk ain't cheap (money) (ain't cheap)
Uh can't starve I gotta eat
Serve me up a grill cheese
Bitch I got gold teeth (yeah)
I just wanna put this pretty pussy on his goatee (goatee)
Show him how I'm blessed
Heaven sent this pussy holy
If I see the cheese
He might get this macaroni (muah)
He ain't got a bag
So I might just bag his homie
Bitch when I smile say cheese
I had to f*ck some shit up on the lowest lowkey (lowkey)
Ayy ain't shit you show me
Bitch I know my numbers like 123 (123)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
Pressure pack
You know I gotta keep it on me (pressua)
Pressure in my lungs yeah you know that's how I'm breathing (pressua)
Purp in my cup make a bitch start leaning (pressua)
Puffin with my grill what the hell was I thinking (pressua)
Ayyy smile with my grill cheese in
Money good
Money green like guacamole
I'm his favorite prize
He always leaving with a trophy (yeah)
Uh only rich niggas approach me
Don't want it if he can't pop the shot like Kobe
Don't want it if he ain't got the cheese like Colby (naaa)
Baby treat me like the lawn chair
Gone and fold me (uhhh)
Baby I don't play no games
No you can't control me
Bitch I'm a star
Everything is below me
Favorite time of day is six sixteen (sixteen)
Bitches always mad when they nigga choose me
Huh you could never school me
Bitch I know my letters like abc
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
I got the grill
When I cheese they see gold teeth (gold teeth)
Pressure pack
You know I gotta keep it on me (pressua)
Pressure in my lungs yeah you know that's how I'm breathing (pressua)
Purp in my cup make a bitch start leaning (pressua)
Puffin with my grill what the hell was I thinking (pressua)
Ayyy smile with my grill cheese in
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Writer: Ley-Lonni-Marie Woodruff
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Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Ley-Lonni-Marie Woodruff

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