paroles de chanson Gritz - Tropidelic

Good mornin'
Like you got a motive
Do you like that honey, hunny?
How bout that cheddar cheese?
Do you like things greasy baby like them onion rings?
Heard you like that lettuce better
Let me tell you this
I'll bring home that bacon girl but
Lay off my gritz bitch
How bout that soul food?
Corn bread and collared greens
Do you put salt and pepper on your mac 'n' cheese?
Heard you like that gravy baby
Let me tell you this
I'll bring home that bacon girl but
Lay off my gritz bitch
I woke up this morning, I gotta thank God
You wasn't in my bedroom
Things don't seem so odd
Sat down for breakfast and onto lunch
I had some supper girl, I had a hunch
I woke up this morning, you were just gone
You wasn't in my head room
I get to keep my dough Lord
Ain't got no reason or appetite, tonight
These hunger games come as no surprise
Do you just want money, hunny?
Do you like me for me?
I know your mama told you since you was 17
Gotta find a wealth husband, one that is well equipped
Hate to burst your bubble girl but I ain't that rich bitch