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CHALIE BOY lyrics : "Bumpa Grill"

This For Them Fords old mobiles Buicks And Them Chevys
Cadillacs 24 Inches hight Slidin On Pirelli's
Candy Coded Gloss Air Bags lower scrape the belly

Beat In Tha Trunk Turnin Buildins Into Confetti
Country Gramma Like Nelly
We Speak Wit A Draw

But Slowa Sumthin In Like Our Slabs We Creep And We Crawl
Hit A Button And You Know Tha Roof And Screens Fall
Jamin Screwed Up Click Tho We Aint Too Tired To Ball

Ruby Candy Coded Caprees Flippin Like Im Da Law
See Dat Sir On That Bop Got Enough Not To Pop It Off
O Akats Tellin Me Chalie You Need To Knock It Off

I Just Did Liqour Gidsy Im Bout To Pop Tha Bra
Im From Them Dirty Third Coast Were We Keepin It Raw
Yo Slab Up Against Ours U Think That You Beatin Us (Naw)

Reap Up Yo Ride cause Slabs Down In Da South Be Nasty Yall
Think That Is Sumthin Just Wait Till We Pull Out Them Classic Cars
Candy Paint Drip Like It Was Fresh Out Of Molasses Jar

Futuristic Got custimisation is was past the stores
Mane


[Chorus:]
I Got My Mind On Forum But Im Swangin Bumpa Grill [x13]


Aint No Need In Askin Boy
Yes Im A Winner Burban
On 24s Wit Vvs And A Spinner

Leather Seats And My Name in Diamonds Rest In Tha Center
And Tha Only Time This Whip Gettin Caressed Is In Tha Winter
Neva A Beginner Im An Iced-Out Champ

Lift Tha Bracelet On My Wrist And Catch An Iced-Out Cramp
Im A Dogg And My Whiffers Barkin Nuthin But Freeon
Cuz Its Powered By An Iced-Out Amp.

[x2]

Platinum Princess Cuts All Invisible Sets

Goin Up Against Us Is Like You Makin Invisible Bets
You Cant See Us
Envious ^!$$%s Wantin to Be Us

Untamed Already Off of The Chain You Cant Free Us
From The South
Platinum Metal Vvs Diamonds In Mouth

Swangin Round In My Slab Showin Boyz What We Bout
Think You Got Anybody Better Well Put Up Yo Cheddar
Then Tell Them Chalie Boy Said Get Em Go Get Em And Bring Them by

Dats In The Lone Star State
Hearne and Calvert Muther $#&@a Every Thing Is Still Great
Country Boy Not From The City But Me Makin My Way

Because Me Grind And Me Hustle Me Makin My Pay
From No Ice To Iced Up
Broke $$# To Priced Up

Me Slanging CDs In The Hood Like Mills Sellin White Stuff
Mutli-Million Dollar In The Price Keepin The White Cup
Peanut Palm Of Me Force And A Pound Of Dro To Light Up

Clean From Head To Toe Shine From my Ear To My Grill
Got Pneumonia Cuz My chain Keepin My Chest On Chill
Southern Comfort Come Down And See Juss How We Live

Diamonds In Our Mouth
Know Wat I Am Talkin Bout
This How It Isssssss

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