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letra de grills are gold - project pat

[verse 1: oj da juiceman]
rich ass n-gga, with a mouth full of gold
broad street dealing [?]
2000 dollars for the 85 chevy
four at the top and four at the bottom
catch me in the hood, drinking don out the bottle
in my drop [?] all the way, full throttle
might f-ck a model [?]
glass house [?] neighborhood [?]
[?] boldercrest, real street [?]
[?] pop my collar
all my dawgs stay strapped with a rocket
[?] likе a socket
real rich n-ggas [?]
lame ass n-gga [?] my pockеt
don’t hang with no lame, don’t hang with no [?]
that’s how the juiceman, he gon’ rock it
[?] round my neck, and my right wrist rocky
stay with the ice, so you think i play hockey
[?] dawg with a whole lotta money
[?] jocking
yung juiceman, [?] topic
pockets so full [?]
[?] juiceman [?]
f-cking hoes [?]
[chorus: juicy j]
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, our grills are gold
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
we carey them glocks, we carey them glocks

[verse 2: project pat]
in the hood since the 80’s, n-gga, project pat a crazy n-gga
baby n-gga pulling triggers, don’t you try to fake it, n-gga
[?] nothing funny, chopper [?] through the tummy
[?] on me, trap hopping like a bunny
pistol and two burners, busting everybody, pulling moves
n-ggas pulling crosses on they bosses, ain’t n0body [?]
gangland, m-town, you can’t turn your [?] down
words that i spit sell like bricks, [?] now

[chorus: juicy j]
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, our grills are gold
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
we carey them glocks, we carey them glocks
[verse 3: trae tha truth]
gold grills, strapped with a glock
wintertime [?] the block
you ever run up on me, you gon’ get your ass shot
[?] b-tch, i know how to block
the heavyweight truth, i’m somewhere at the top
find me in the kitchen with the water in the pot
[?] rock
the game [?] all i do is get [?]
i gotta get this gwop, hustling ain’t nothing
i gotta put it [?] stunting
the b-tch going hard on deck, like she was [?]
you can tell i go [?]
[?]
screwed up sh-t, [?]
any given day, i’m the topic of discussion
[?] i’m crushing
when it come to conversation, tell them i talk [?]
money when i talk, you can tell them i talk right
[?] on 24 [?]
’cause i’m a gangsta, when i open my mouth, sh-t get bright
[?] but i’m gutter
real n-ggas salute, haters run for cover
when they see that whip
[?]
[chorus: juicy j]
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, our grills are gold
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
our grills are gold, we carry them glocks
we carey them glocks, we carey them glocks

[verse 4: 8ball]
8b.a.l.l
you know he in the building, you can tell by the smell
28 grams, and a box of sigarillo
[?] gold, and the diamonds yellow
any b-tches meet him, say he’s such a cool fellow
skinny b-tches, thick b-tches, he be like h-llo
head to toe polo, black on black [?]
my n-ggas call me fat boy, my mama call me premro
[?] the push, expensive like kush
not a racist, but i hate a couple n-ggas like bush
streets still running, heart still pumping
my 16’s popping, long as drama boy bumping

- project pat

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