This is a song about "Grill the kittens"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

I bring the heat like the

Your gonna be on top nigga

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

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