Country Grammer Lyrics

Country Grammer lyrics

HOT SHIT
mmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover

Street-Swepper baby, cocked, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa
what?  listen to it loud
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me
now

I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
Street
sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what?  Listen to
it loud
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Mmmmm, you can
find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like
cocoa puffs
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs,
mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough
scratch
just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
and it's candy
painted, fans fainted - while I'm entertainin
Wild ain't it?  How me and
money end up hangin
I hang with Hannibal Lector so feel me when I bring
it
Sing it loud (what?)
I'm from the Lou and I'm proud
Run a mile -
for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw, I'm
"Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the
glamour
Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics, gin
tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like
Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and
Sonics

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Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz?
Loud
niggaz, O.K. Corral niggaz
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd
nigga
How nigga?  Ask me again and it's goin down nigga
Now nigga, come to
the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound niggaz, what you be givin when I'm
around nigga
Frown niggaz, talkin shit when I leave the town nigga
Say
now, can you hoes come out to play now
Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day
now
Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high
May I, answer yo' +Third
Question+ like A.I.
Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma
From St. Louis
to Memphis
From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
K.C. Motown to
Alabama
L-A, New York Yankee niggaz to Hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my niggaz
wit "Country Grammar"
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty
mill' like I'm Hammer

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Let's show these cats to make
these milli-ons
So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon
+Kid+ quicker than
+Billy+, mon
Talkin really and I need it mon
Flows I kick 'em freely mon,
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon - holla at Beenie Man
See
me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
through Jennings mon, through
U-City back up to Kingsland
wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo'
life niggaz
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice,
nigga
Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
From broke to havin
bro-kers my price Range is Rover
Now I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in
now, let me in now
Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
Spin now, I got
money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s
now
I win now (Whoo!) fucking lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the
pen I make my ends now

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