Tight Wit These GRITS

Chorus Now If you're tight with these Go do your snaps And if you're tight with these throw your sholders back Now if you're tight with these Go bob your head And if you're tight with these Go throw that

Here We Go GRITS

Worldwide still parta the plot Everybody talkin bout changinthe game But everything I hear y'all soundin the same From the beats to the videos Clothes and look Same concept for your flows and hook See these

Set Ya Mind GRITS

living No matter what y'all spittin' I'ma do fall represnt A cash field resident Dr Pepper Chevy Roller Still spitting medicine It's evident this swagger's Got a potent puff of fresher wind Plussing on these

Grits The Roots

Bust it I can tell another bout real grits getters Gettin grits y'all (Say what?)

Shrimp & Grits (Feat. Young Nudy) Latto

thick like shrimp and grits (Grits) These niggas be simps and licks (Licks) Shrimp, shrimp and grits (Grits) Simps and licks (Licks) Shrimp, shrimp and grits (Grits) Simps and licks (Licks) Flirting with

Ooh Ahh (Album Ver.) GRITS

My life be like Ooh Ahh CHORUS: It's times like these that make me say, Lord if you see me please come my way.

Open Bar GRITS

It's that lyrical liquid, miracle liquid, Same divine wine Jesus pickled the sick with, Healed the afflicted, Dipped, sipped and chilled with his click wit, Last supper for the label, and Grits to break

Who Wit Me Quavo

(I-I-I) Now here I am, God, here I am (Woo) With these bare two hands I hit a hundred licks for my fam' (I-I-I, Huncho) It's your choice, it's time to go trim (I'm working on dying, skrrt) Ayy, still

Wit Me T.I.

Bitch Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't come on a word Pass the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime So many knots in my pockets, the bitch

Nathaniel Outkast

s on a nigga dick Got me up at three o'clock cookin nappy grits I'm a G from C.P.

I'm A Flirt (Feat. R. Kelly) (Hidden Bonus Track) Bow Wow

tight to Please believe it unless your you know what I'm talking about game is tight and you trust her You bring your girl around me then you better put your Then don't bring her round me best pimp

Tight Rah Digga

Flipmode, Outsidaz Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it [And I] And I say what's tight cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem in seclusion

Fuck 'Em (Feat. Pastor Troy) David Banner

[Chorus x3] [PT:] These niggaz wanna hate?! [DB:] Fuck them niggaz! [PT:] These niggaz wanna mug?! [DB:] Fuck them niggaz! [PT:] Wanna run up on a thug?! [DB:] Fuck them niggaz!

Down Rodeo rage against the machine

Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown

Down Rodeo rage against the machine

Down Rodeo Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't seen a brown skin man Since their grandparents bought one So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun These people ain't

Follow me M-flo, 지누션

a style that's wicked and wild jump in to da crowd b-cuz they holdin me down throwin me poundin' hits crowns fo this type o'millenium hits thru these js licks better be ready for this cuz i'm

FOLLOW ME 지누션

a style that's wicked and wild jump in to da crowd b-cuz they holdin me down throwin me poundin' hits crowns fo this type o'millenium hits thru these js licks better be ready for this cuz i'm steady

FOLLOW ME (feat. M-FLO) 지누션

a style that's wicked and wild jump in to da crowd b-cuz they holdin me down throwin me poundin' hits crowns fo this type o'millenium hits thru these js licks better be ready for this cuz i'm steady

Mystikal Fever Mystikal

on (Verse 1) it's&the nigga that get hard than starch in yo fuckin creases rip it to pieces slicin and dicin and icin em right with the mic I use that's as clean as a wild teacher eyes stay tight

Tight Fatty Koo

[Chorus, Valure] Ladies, open up a bottle of cris, and make your man lose it You ain't gotta hurt nobody Shake it on the floor Let him know that you want some more Fellas, if your game is tight You'll

Thick BRELAND

squeezing all of that and a duffle bag in a new Silvy I want her so bad, she a whole snack And this ain't no cap 'cause everybody know I like 'em Thick thick thick thick thicker than some salt and pepper Grits

Ain't Got Time For Gamez Three 6 Mafia

I ain't got time for gamez Fuck these niggaz, I'ma pop that thang And if they want drama they can get that man A nigga like me I'm wit it man, I'm wit it I ain't got time for gamez Fuck these niggaz

Who You Slidin' Wit' Big L

Uhh Chorus: Big L (repeat 2X) Whattup miss, who you hidin wit? Who you slidin wit? Who you ridin wit?

Reel Tight Intro Warren G

*The group Reel Tight in background* Warren G: Check this out, this is Warren G, chillin' wit' my homeboys Reel Tight. That's how we doin' it all night.

Reel Tight (Intro) Warren G

"[The group Reel Tight in background] [Warren G:] Check this out, this is Warren G, chillin' wit' my homeboys Reel Tight. That's how we doin' it all night.

how you do dat young bleed

fuck nigga what Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days Trippin off these

G.R.I.T.S. Brantley Gilbert

Georgia line Walked in, man, his eyes got wide And when his jaw hit the floor, all I could do was smile He said, Man, we got some pretty women up north But I ain't never seen nothing like this I said, Man, these

Can I Get A JAY-Z

bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes they get no dough Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without doves Can I get a FUCK YOU to these

You Got The Damn Thing Olivia

hooked up With a chick got a ride got a little bit of thug in me you know its goin down If I let you mash with me Baby can't you see Can't you see that I'm feelin you everything about you is so tight

Gangsta Lovin' (Feat. Alicia Keys) Eve

Doin' it dawg I'm well established I ain't tryin to lead ya on Just wanna ask if ya might wanna gimme ya name it's on your status Ya know I see ya time to time You seem available Don't mean shit I know these

Just Riden' Saafir

He look right plus his flow sound Tight I don't know what he be talkin' About but it makes me upset but at the same Time it kinda makes me wet the game in The rhyme tells me that he's a vet It also tells

They Down WIth Us Scarface

bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight

EZ Pipuh(파이퍼), HYOI

This shit too easy I can’t fuck wit these 래퍼호소인 they kinky No God did, I did HYOI too 신실 네 오빠 play my song in his 침실 What you thinkin’?

Country Boyz Nappy Roots

[Hook: All] [Skinny DeVille] Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side Them polly country

Dance wit Me (Feat. 몬구 of Mongoose) 스멜스(Smells)

댄스 홀에 홀로 남아 그녀의 그림자를 찾고 있네 우린 같은 리듬 속에 서로에 반해 춤을 췄지만 Time time time time Time too tight (One more Time) Time time time time Time too tight (Dance with me) Time time time time Time too tight (이

Grown Man Youngbloodz

that got that grown man Up under the hood Up under the hood Grown, grown man Up under the hood Up under the hood I got that got that grown man Up under the hood Up under the hood Now you might catch me wit

One Of The Last Brotha Lynch Hung

den fucked around and went up on me I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a meat lock now thats my knock heats to the side wit

Dance Wit Me (Feat. 몬구 From Mongoose) 스멜스 (Smells)

댄스 홀에 홀로 남아 그녀의 그림자를 찾고 있네 우린 같은 리듬 속에 서로에 반해 춤을 췄지만 Time time time time Time too tight One more Time Time time time time Time too tight Dance with me Time time time time Time too tight 이 밤 너무 짧잖아 Time

The Grits (Feat. 8-Off) Cappadonna

That's the grits THE GRITS!

Friend Of Mine Brotha Lynch Hung

Two years ago, a friend of mine told me to write me a tight ass rhyme and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say the rhyme is tight and it went this way And I'm on my briefcase wit some

Major Figgas Lunasicc

fuckin wit, Eddie Bauer, Super Sport, Lexo's, wit shipped kits, went from Nike's to Levi's, top hats, to black ties, from nation to worldwide, been a gangsta since knee-high, fallin on you bitches

Spit These Bars Drag On

(Swizz Beatz) Double R Right Now We ain't playin' wit y'all We ain't playin' wit y'all Stop playin' Drag (Verse 1) Drag On A yo I spit these bars to make ya head shake Fuck bitches 'til the

Spit These Bars Drag-On

(Swizz Beatz) Double R Right Now We ain't playin' wit y'all We ain't playin' wit y'all Stop playin' Drag (Verse 1)-Drag-On A-yo I spit these bars to make ya head shake Fuck bitches 'til the bed

Get Your Paper Master P f/ E-40

Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your marbles man, get your mail Get your grits

Get Your Paper Master P

Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your marbles man, get your mail Get your grits

Pimp Shit Crooked Lettaz

you like it at the top of your list But never figured how you did it cuz it tastes like piss I'd rather sip the two fingers till I make me a fist And take a break from revolutions so I could hit you wit

Baby D Too Short

Eh yo, Baby D, get yo' lil' ass over here on tha mic man An' show these other lil' niggaz They can't fuck wit the Dangerous Crew, man Spit that shit, fo' $hort Dog This is out fo' dogs, wit tha fake attack

Off Tha Chain Trina

Ball off tha chain CHORUS- 2x You off tha chain wit it, you do your thang wit it tha way you talk, tha way you walkin girl you slang wit it You on tha road lil' momma Outta control lil' momma

Tight (Album Version) (Feat. Fat Joe) Remy Ma

[Remy:] This is, this is, this is this, this is [Fat Joe:] are to the Eezy [Remy:] Listen, listen, listen, listen [Fat Joe:] M to the wizzeye, you so flizzye, OWWW, Brah Brah ain't nobody fuckin wit

Wake Up Meiko

Wake up and fix me breakfast Eggs, raisin toast and some grits That's all I think I'm missing But boy you got a whole lot to fix And I know you really care But whose underwear are these And I know you