Pretty Ricky - Griil Em' Lyrics
We, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue StarsWe, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue StarsWe, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue Stars[Chorus]Got blue ice in our chainGot blue ice in our teethNow show yo grill manGrill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, (show yo grill man)Grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘emWe, we dem, we dem, we dem Blue StarsGot blue ice in our chainGot blue ice in our teethNow show yo grill manGrill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, (show yo grill man)Grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ‘em, grill ’em, (show yo grill man)[Baby Blue]I got a blue ImpalaOn some blue reamsWhen I’m stompin in New York I wear my blue TimsI’m a blue star, rapper not a singerI got blue leather interior and blue power rangersBlue diamonds in my grill, blue underwearNew blue socks, blue rocks in my watchBlue air force ones when I’m chillin wit NellyGot girls puttin I love u Baby Blue cross they bellyBaby Blue being true for dat Baby Blue clueAin’t no proof getting these chicken looseI bet they doPretty Ricky and PitbullTellin Miami wat they doI’m a gangsta 4-0 GInterior sittin on Guicci seatsI rub my cuts, my Nike’s cleanBaby Blue, Pretty RickyMan not be,beYou see, I see, you seeBaby got blue ice in my teethAnd I see, you see, we beCrusin round da block in a blue BentleyWith no show fa, keeping a costa, in a hostaU in yo testrostaWe crusin in a end a coasta[Chorus][Spectacular]Blue Bentley wit da blue reamsCustomized wit da chromed grillPlatinum chain wit da blue gymsBlue fitted wit da blue TimsBlue stars to click da claimBlue ice all in my chainBlue panties comin off yo dameBlue cards like a poker gameChevy on 20’s and I’m shininHangin out my car cause I’m always clowninAnything I see that I want I’m a buyinAnd if I’m lyin, I’m flyinRight now we got da biggest dealPicture this forty millKeep ‘em thinking that’s how it isSo open yo mouth, show yo grill[Chorus][Slick ‘Em]Give me a blue verse (blue verse)Wit da blue skirts (wit da blue skirts)Baby blue cut seats, got to make it work (got to make it work)Blue diamonds in my teeth (my teeth)Blue diamonds in my chain (my chain)Don’t like it, don’t talk to the game playaI’m off da chain (I’m off da chain)Now ya’ll can’t mess wit a ballaFine girls check boys, ya’ll know we got ‘emPass da one on da testWe gone get ‘em allHomeboy u softer than cottonNow u have a problem huhCause people round here loose life everdayDat’s M-I-A, dat’s kind of ya day likeGive me my money, forget da fameNow Slick ‘Em down wit da niggaDem boys got lyrics dat’s lethalLick you, hit you, and flip youLeavin you cripple where you stand playaI bet you a hater, I bet you afenderIt’s sarcasmSpec, Pleasure, Baby Blue, and Slick ‘EmAnd we dem Blue Stars playa’s[Chorus]
