Текст, перевод и аккорды “All N My Grill”
- (feat. Big Boi (OutKast), Nicole) 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
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