Song | The Grill |
Artist | Juga-Naut |
Artist | Giallo Point |
Album | Back to the Grill Again |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
I guess it’s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk | |
invest in a front, Depressed in a funk | |
the breast with the rump | |
That’s the dinner duck, killer look | |
dressed to the nines when I’m in the cut | |
Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up | |
Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book, | |
swing hard like I’m Dillas son, the illest one | |
Big czar jugz Make the village run, | |
My bill of rights, it’s unite, what you living like? | |
I’m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type | |
Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat | |
You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke, | |
im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked, | |
The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made | |
Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect | |
Self made man never caught begging for a cheque | |
what’s that? That’s a trillion | |
Off Rap, facts, tax that’s a million | |
my far fetch raps are brilliant, | |
Hard head with a hard graft, resilient | |
silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow | |
Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow | |
That’s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces | |
Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses | |
back to the race again, talk about race again | |
A lot rap fans are racist men, That’s don’t | |
make sense, there top 5 are all white? | |
They can’t connect with the pain and raw plight | |
My skins light but my roots are the truth | |
Sprinkle lines of pure facts with | |
the juice of the goose | |
Roast the bird over my potent words, | |
Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church, |
zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
I guess it' s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk | |
invest in a front, Depressed in a funk | |
the breast with the rump | |
That' s the dinner duck, killer look | |
dressed to the nines when I' m in the cut | |
Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up | |
Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book, | |
swing hard like I' m Dillas son, the illest one | |
Big czar jugz Make the village run, | |
My bill of rights, it' s unite, what you living like? | |
I' m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type | |
Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat | |
You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke, | |
im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked, | |
The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made | |
Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect | |
Self made man never caught begging for a cheque | |
what' s that? That' s a trillion | |
Off Rap, facts, tax that' s a million | |
my far fetch raps are brilliant, | |
Hard head with a hard graft, resilient | |
silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow | |
Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow | |
That' s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces | |
Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses | |
back to the race again, talk about race again | |
A lot rap fans are racist men, That' s don' t | |
make sense, there top 5 are all white? | |
They can' t connect with the pain and raw plight | |
My skins light but my roots are the truth | |
Sprinkle lines of pure facts with | |
the juice of the goose | |
Roast the bird over my potent words, | |
Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church, |
zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
I guess it' s BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
stay golden BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
money foldin BACK TO THE GRILL AGAIN | |
The best from the jump, The rest in the trunk | |
invest in a front, Depressed in a funk | |
the breast with the rump | |
That' s the dinner duck, killer look | |
dressed to the nines when I' m in the cut | |
Chill her spine, spillin wine, lets fill her up | |
Philharmonic, on line, sign in the book, | |
swing hard like I' m Dillas son, the illest one | |
Big czar jugz Make the village run, | |
My bill of rights, it' s unite, what you living like? | |
I' m a living lake, and my limbs are the river type | |
Spinning rims on my river boat, living goat | |
You living joke, your past times is sniffing coke, | |
im sniffing out fakes like freshly baked, | |
The whole game in a Squeeze the freshly made | |
Bringing lames to their knees begging for respect | |
Self made man never caught begging for a cheque | |
what' s that? That' s a trillion | |
Off Rap, facts, tax that' s a million | |
my far fetch raps are brilliant, | |
Hard head with a hard graft, resilient | |
silliest flow, green fur down chilly and snow | |
Dripping in Lo, the Sicilian grow | |
That' s olive orchard, big Author, Olive Air forces | |
Olive oil hair smooth waves, rare horses | |
back to the race again, talk about race again | |
A lot rap fans are racist men, That' s don' t | |
make sense, there top 5 are all white? | |
They can' t connect with the pain and raw plight | |
My skins light but my roots are the truth | |
Sprinkle lines of pure facts with | |
the juice of the goose | |
Roast the bird over my potent words, | |
Where a black sabbath tee when I go to church, |