Chalie Boy - Bumpa Grill lyrics

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This For Them Fords oldsmobiles Buicks And Them Chevys/ Cadillacs 24 Inches High Slidin On Pirelli/ Candy Coded Gloss air bags lower Scrape Tha Belly/ Beat In Tha Trunk Turnin Buildins Into Confetti/ Country Gramma Like Nelly We Speak Wit A Drawl/ But Slow us up Like In Our Slabs We Creep And We Crawl/ Hit A Button You Know Tha Roof And Screen Fall/ Jamin Screwed Up Tela Though We Aint Too Tired To Ball/ Rootbeer Candy Coded Caprice Flippin Like Im Da Law/ See Dat Shirt On That Bop Got Enough knock To Pop It Off/ Oldhead cats Tellin Me Chalie You Need To Knock It Off/I Just get Liqour then see Im Bout To Pop Tha Braw/ Im From The Dirty Third Were We Keepin It Raw/ Yo Slab Up Against Ours U Think That You Beatin Us (Naw) we pimp Yo Rocka 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 Costimization Is Way Past the stars Mane!!

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I Got My Mind On Foriegn But Im Swangin The Bumpa Grill [x13]

Aint No Need In Askin Boy Yes Im A Winner/ burban On 24s Wit Vvs in the Spinner/ Leather Seats And My Name in Dimonds Rest In Tha Center/ Tha Only Time that This Whip Gettin Caressed Is In Tha Winter/ Neva A Beginer Im An Iced-Out Champ Lift Tha Braclet On My wrist and catch a icedout Cramp/ Im A Dogg And My Woofers Barkin Nuthin But Freeon Cuz Its Powered By An Iced-Out Amp.

Platinum princess cuts or invisible sets/ going up against us is like you making invisible bets/ you can't see us envious niggas wanting to be us/ untamed already off of the chain you cant free us/ from the south platinum metal VVS diamonds in mouth/ swangin ridin in my slab showing boys what we bout/ think you got anybody better well put up ya cheddar/ and tellem Charlie boy said get up go get'em and bringem out/ deaths in the long star state/ hurting gathers muthafucka every thing is still great/ country boy not from the city but me be making my way/ cuz me grind and me hustle me making my pay/ from no ice to iced up broke guys to priced up/ me slangin CDs in the hood like me were selling white stuff/ multimillion dollar enterprise keeping the white cup & me pouring up me fours & a pound of dro to light up/ gleam from head to toe shine from my ear to my grill/ got numonia cuz my chain keeping my chest on chill/ southern comfort come down & see just how we live/ diamonds in our mouth kno what I'm talkin bout that's how it is.

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