X-Dash, Krizz Kaliko, Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne - Grin on My Grill lyrics
Krizz Kaliko [Kansas City, Missouri, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[X-Dash, Krizz Kaliko, Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne - Grin on My Grill lyrics]
When you see me smiling
Just know that that's a
Frown turned upside down
So that grin on my face
That's a plot to come knock
Your chin outta place
I got a grin on my grill
I grab the mic and stay real
We can't be beat we can't be stopped
We will not fall
A nigga is like, move blood
Dude starring at me like he know me
With a grin on my grill
I simply reply "Dude what?
Ain't your name Kutt?"
Look y'all it's the BLEVE man himself
Anyway, I don't want no problems all
I'm trying to do is
Kick it with some bitches make my way to VIP
And dude is like cool if I
Get you and your crew all
Through that's for you tell me
What's in it for me
Uhhh, we can make it happen since I am a
Known rapper rock the mic
With no fever understand
I keep a burn burn thicky
Thicky thang thang on
If anybody run up a chicky bang bang
Gonna everybody is grooving and sweating
Nude in the flesh
Real sex like the film on the real
And that's me Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun and my
Man X left with a grin our grill, for real
Grinning on you motherfuckers
Simply cause your bitches love us
Crunk up in the club they pump us
If they tripping got them dumpers
Eeny meeny miny hoe
We get them bitches back to
The MO and then we (Uhhh)
Tear the pussy down yo
X-Dash, sex cash, gets ass
Wet splash, let's smash, that's bad
No it ain't, breast blast, Tech's had
Flesh flash rolling with X
Krizz and Kutty with a grin on my grill
Look a my contract ain't nothing
But sin on my deal
Been on my meal-ticket chase I
Been all my bills
Calling my publishing company like when
I'm on my skrill
One of the, fathers of rap, hard as a gat
Rolling with mexicans who ride in
The car with a bat
Got you stuck off in the middle trick
You can tell that she cheating on you by
The red dot on your pillow bitch!
I'm a lock and load soldier
Rock and roll culture
Strange representitive optical scorcher
Photo fies phenomenon optical torture
Full equipped and got a pump
Like the black vulture
You can say that Kansas City won't shine
And that we never gonna make it
That we wasting our time
Your girlfriends bumping us your
Tasting our rhymes
You biting your tounge off
And standing in line
To buy tickets to the next show
X rolls, X knows Tech and Kutt so let's go
Venta aqui mammi, I wreck homes
Sending you the videotape of her dome
Grin on my grill
Hand on my cock I haven't even sold a
Unit and you run on my jock
Now that I'm giving you my
Music it's a matter clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Yo we can't be beat, touched or stopped
This is Greed, another devious seed
Keep it keeblur
Just know that that's a
Frown turned upside down
So that grin on my face
That's a plot to come knock
Your chin outta place
I got a grin on my grill
I grab the mic and stay real
We can't be beat we can't be stopped
We will not fall
A nigga is like, move blood
Dude starring at me like he know me
With a grin on my grill
I simply reply "Dude what?
Ain't your name Kutt?"
Look y'all it's the BLEVE man himself
Anyway, I don't want no problems all
I'm trying to do is
Kick it with some bitches make my way to VIP
And dude is like cool if I
Get you and your crew all
Through that's for you tell me
What's in it for me
Uhhh, we can make it happen since I am a
Known rapper rock the mic
With no fever understand
I keep a burn burn thicky
Thicky thang thang on
If anybody run up a chicky bang bang
Gonna everybody is grooving and sweating
Nude in the flesh
Real sex like the film on the real
And that's me Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun and my
Man X left with a grin our grill, for real
Grinning on you motherfuckers
Simply cause your bitches love us
Crunk up in the club they pump us
If they tripping got them dumpers
Eeny meeny miny hoe
We get them bitches back to
The MO and then we (Uhhh)
Tear the pussy down yo
X-Dash, sex cash, gets ass
Wet splash, let's smash, that's bad
No it ain't, breast blast, Tech's had
Flesh flash rolling with X
Krizz and Kutty with a grin on my grill
Look a my contract ain't nothing
But sin on my deal
Been on my meal-ticket chase I
Been all my bills
Calling my publishing company like when
I'm on my skrill
One of the, fathers of rap, hard as a gat
Rolling with mexicans who ride in
The car with a bat
Got you stuck off in the middle trick
You can tell that she cheating on you by
The red dot on your pillow bitch!
I'm a lock and load soldier
Rock and roll culture
Strange representitive optical scorcher
Photo fies phenomenon optical torture
Full equipped and got a pump
Like the black vulture
You can say that Kansas City won't shine
And that we never gonna make it
That we wasting our time
Your girlfriends bumping us your
Tasting our rhymes
You biting your tounge off
And standing in line
To buy tickets to the next show
X rolls, X knows Tech and Kutt so let's go
Venta aqui mammi, I wreck homes
Sending you the videotape of her dome
Grin on my grill
Hand on my cock I haven't even sold a
Unit and you run on my jock
Now that I'm giving you my
Music it's a matter clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Yo we can't be beat, touched or stopped
This is Greed, another devious seed
Keep it keeblur