Big Boi All N My Grill Lyrics

All N My Grill Lyrics

Uh, hit me 

 

 [Missy] 

 Don't explain, you never change 

 Same old thing, same old game 

 Say ya want to be wit' me 

 But show me my ring 

 Baby, let me think 

 I been in the cold 

 The story untold, about to unfold 

 How do you expect me 

 To ever believe you want be wit' me 

 

 [Missy] (Nicole) 

 Why you all in my grill (Why you all in) 

 Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) 

 Let me know if you will (Let me know, know) 

 Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) 

 

 [Missy] 

 Talk is talk, and talk is cheap 

 Tell it to her, don't say it to me 

 Cuz I know I'm in control 

 See Trix are for kids, and boo I'm too old 

 Go 'head, with your games 

 Don't ever come back to me again 

 Where you go, remember me 

 I'm the best thing in history 

 

 [Missy] (Nicole) 

 Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why) 

 Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) 

 Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) 

 Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) 

 

 [Missy] (Nicole) 

 Third time (Third time) 

 I moved you in, took you back 

 In my life (I was a fool) 

 I don't know what's wrong with me 

 Third time (Third time) 

 I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) 

 

 [Missy] (Nicole) 

 Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) 

 Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah) 

 Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) 

 Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah) 

 

 Why you all in my grill 

 Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills) 

 Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) 

 Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) 

 

 [Missy] 

 If you want me, where's my dough? 

 Give me money, buy me clothes 

 No need for talking, have my dough 

 Where's my money? Where's my clothes? 

 

 If you want me, where's my dough? 

 Give me money, buy me clothes 

 No need for talking, have my dough? 

 Where's my money? Where's my clothes? 

 

 [Big Boi] 

 Aight, uh 

 Why you all in my grill? 

 I'm thinkin' it's time to chill 

 Yeah, but you on a drill, though 

 I couldn't even step out the baby blue Bonneville 

 Cuz you be tryin' to kill my hoe, my girlfriend 

 And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker 

 Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker 

 I told you I was the street talker 

 It ain't my fault you dirty your Victoria's Secret's 

 And your Frederick's 

 You wanted the Waldorf Astoria 

 But instead I took you to Cedrick's, to entertain you 

 To give you to the "G", and never claim you 

 Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin' 

 Oh yeah, we puffin' on one of them thangs too 

 You blamin' who? You namin' who? 

 I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew 

 Big Boi, they the phat sacks 

 She pretty D, all they same, boo 

 But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family 

 So you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me 

 Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee 

 And Bobby Boochet yo' ass, G 

 Yeah, yeah