Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MarKise L Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dyllen Nance
Engineer
Timothy
Producer
Prada.G
Producer
Recording courtesy of Azmyth Studios.
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Ay, Ay, yo it's K i $ E
Y'all ever had somebody, that's been throwing salt on your name or just saying something that's been out of the way and out their neck or whatever?
Go head and tell'em this
Ayo grill that shit
Grill that shit
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Man bitch just grill that shit
Trynna see you mothafuckin' murk that shit
Lift it up bitch, twerk that shit
You ain't got no ass, so bitch work that shit
Ay me and my niggas ain't on no amateur shit
Ay raised by my pops that been handling them bricks
Pick it up
Throw it down
Like I said before bitch and grill that shit
Ayo grill that shit
Grill that shit
Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
Grill that shit
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Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
(shit)
Grill that shit
Grill that shit
Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
(yo)
Grill that shit
Grill that shit
Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
(lets go)
We proselytize bitches to grill that shit
Breathalyze women that ain't drunk yet
We came to party, what's the other answer?
Shake it baby damn, my personal pole dancer!
Ayo where you at man these hoes going crazy
White girls jumping off shit it's going insane
Can never knock us off we full of octane
Explode and blast us off, I'll bet you'll get the picture
Yo grill that shit
Grill that shit
Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
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(aye)
Grill that shit
(aye)
Grill that shit
(aye)
Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
To the bridge!
Tone it down, tone it down, tone it down then bring that back up
Tone it down, tone it down, tone it down then bring that back up
These eenie meenie bitches always acting like they serious
And when I get around em' they tend to get delirious
Keep it on your iPhone, yes, ask Siri, yes
I'm coming through your speaker bang, boom
Like terrorist
I'm a model, I'm a poet do you see it yet?
And that's why you just can't hang I'm sorry just
Grill that shit
Grill that shit
(bitch)
Grill that
(bitch)
Grill that
(bitch)
Grill that shit
(bitch, bitch)
You can't deny, the way we grind
So get down with the clique
They have nothing to say, so you don't gotta behave
So gone and grill that shit (so grill that shit bitch)
Grill that shit
Grill that shit
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Grill that shit
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Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
Grill that shit
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Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
Grill that shit
Grill that shit
Grill that, grill that, grill that shit
Writer(s): Markise Jackson
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