Grits

Ok I met this girl from Alabama, out in Atlanta

She had more ass than I can handle

I said let's scramble, like Michael Vick and Cam Newton, or even Randall.

Keep you running back like Eddie Campbell.

Girl you cold blooded I can tell you're not a mammal

With two humps on your back looking like a camel

Before I wax that ass I'm a light some candles

You ain't fucking with no square do I look like a flanel

Don't like to gamble, but for you

I roll the dice, I met you down town

Right in front of slice

I head on my easy tubes and a bunch of ice

You was in your business suit kind of Lisa Rice

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

Shawty gonna let a nigga hit

I don't mean to be a freak

But that's where you pick it

Shawty gonna let a nigga hit

I don't mean to be a freak

But that's where you pick it

I met this girl said her name was Ember

Nice dance on her would've tought she was a dance

And she said she studied nursing

Then she go to Clark Atlanta

I asked her age, she said 21 no Deion Sanders

Exchange numbers when she hit me but I'm on the way

She said she got some friends in town they from UGA

I got my boys let's make a movie girl no mayonnaise

Girl will you stay smoking like a chevrolet

You can tell she from the south by the way she speak

Plus she says she on them Z's but ain't nobody slick

The whole world freaky girl and she for the dirty

She say meet me after 12 at 11: 30

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

Shawty gonna let a nigga hit

I don't mean to be a freak

But that's where you pick it

Shawty gonna let a nigga hit

I don't mean to be a freak

But that's where you pick it

I got this girl from Baton Rouge, her ass is huge

Seen me smoking on that passion fruit

While passing through

Pulled up on her, did what I had to do

Caught her walking outta Lenox

With a bag of jewels

I had to choose, so I told her that I had to know her

She went to school in Tennessee and just moved back to Georgia

She jumped inside my car and said nigga pass the douja

I might have to row her booty fat as Lolas

And she kinda hippie but she not a smoker

Skin dark brown like the pennies in my loafers

She don't do no white she mix the hemmy with the soda

Country ass bitch she put rims on her corolla

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

I like my grits raised in the south, raised in the south

Shawty gonna let a nigga hit

I don't mean to be a freak

But that's where you pick it

Shawty gonna let a nigga hit

I don't mean to be a freak

But that's where you pick it