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Genre/Lang. : Hip-Hop (2006)

hey

damn

how you do that girl

you know what you do when you do when you

tell me what you do

ha ha what you do

ha ha what you do

yea thats that sh*t you do f**k it i love it

[:: VERSE 1 ::]
she was light skin, no dark skin
kinda thick, kinda short, kinda tall, kinda thin
look sexy an everythang, she put her body in, sweet as a georgia peach, im really really tryn up in
a 20 outta 10, met her at the west end, i green bra i dont matter, she was shopping, approched her and told her, i do recomend that we become lovers and friends,
my comments made her grin, i knew i had her then,
gave me the number, told me hit her on the week end, so i did after dinner i was skeetin, time went on, now her parents im meetin
i was sprung like T-Pain, no not a me brain, stuck on stupid she driving me insane, now everymorning im eating the same thang
im addicted to them grits manne

(HOOK)
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, think its funny when they quickly run they mouth
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em

[:: VERSE 2 ::]
i adore her, i mean i love her
i would do anything for her, f**k it
i wanna leave her, do i want her, do i need her
sometime i be wishin we were married, an had kids, with a white fence
a big driveway, station wagon with no tint, on the highway, ridin, laughin,
then i wake up to your pillow full of make up, maybe we should break up
for the sake of our sanity, i had enough drama to last me, yes it been rough, feels like im in cuffs, damn im fallin, steady tryn to stand up
the grits keep callin, me back, im sorry, please darling accept my appology for causing any problems, trust me love lets solve them, we can make musik

(HOOK)
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, think its funny when they quickly run they mouth
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em

(3rd VERSE)
never, this is forever, any day, any time, any weather,
we will be together, nothing consever
the way i feel about you nobodys better, then dem girls raised in the south, them grits is what im talkin bout,
season them, serve them, then put em in your mouth
introduce them to your momma, then move them in the house
you hypmotized by them grits ni**a

(HOOK)
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, think its funny when they quickly run they mouth
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
i lud'em grits
girls raised in the south, think its funny when they quickly run they mouth
i lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i
lud'em grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
i lud'em


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