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Stat Quo - G.R.I.T.S. Lyrics



Stat Quo - G.R.I.T.S. Lyrics




Hey damn, why you do that girl?
You know what you do when you do when you
When you do when you do when you do
Yeah, that's that shit you do
F*ck it, I love it

She was light-skin, no, dark-skin
Kinda fit, kinda short, kinda tall
Kinda thin
Look sexy in everything she put her body in
Sweet as a Georgia peach, I'm really
Really tryna bend
A 20 outta 10, met her at the West Inn
A green bra, it don't matter
She was shoppin'
I approached her and told her I do
Recommend that we become lovers and friends
My comments made her grin
I knew I had her then gave mе the number
Told me hit hеr on the weekend
So I did, at the dinner I was skeetin'
Time went on, now, her parents, I'm meetin'
I was sprung like T-Pain, no, not a
Stuck on stupid, she drivin' me insane
And every morning, I'm eatin' the same thing
I'm addicted to them GRITS

I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them

I adore her, I mean I love her
I would do anything for her, f*ck it
I wanna leave her
Do I want her? Do I need her?
Sometimes I be wishing we were married
And had kids with a white fence
A big driveway, station wagon, with no tints
On the highway, ridin', laughin'
Then I wake up to your pillow full of makeup
Maybe we should breakup
For the sake of our sanity
I've had enough drama to last me
Yes, it's been rough, feel like I'm in cuffs
Trapped, I'm fallin', steady, tryna stand up
The GRITS keep callin' me back
I'm sorry, please darling
Accept my apology for causin'
Any problems, trust me, love
Let's solve 'em, we can make music

I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them

We will never, this is forever
Any day, any time, any weather
We gon' be together, nothin' can sever
The way I feel about y'all, nobody's better
Than them girls raised in the south
The GRITS is what I'm talkin' bout
Season 'em, serve 'em
Then put 'em in your mouth
You hypnotized by them GRITS, nigga

I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them
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English

Hey damn, why you do that girl?
You know what you do when you do when you
When you do when you do when you do
Yeah, that's that shit you do
F*ck it, I love it

She was light-skin, no, dark-skin
Kinda fit, kinda short, kinda tall
Kinda thin
Look sexy in everything she put her body in
Sweet as a Georgia peach, I'm really
Really tryna bend
A 20 outta 10, met her at the West Inn
A green bra, it don't matter
She was shoppin'
I approached her and told her I do
Recommend that we become lovers and friends
My comments made her grin
I knew I had her then gave mе the number
Told me hit hеr on the weekend
So I did, at the dinner I was skeetin'
Time went on, now, her parents, I'm meetin'
I was sprung like T-Pain, no, not a
Stuck on stupid, she drivin' me insane
And every morning, I'm eatin' the same thing
I'm addicted to them GRITS

I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them

I adore her, I mean I love her
I would do anything for her, f*ck it
I wanna leave her
Do I want her? Do I need her?
Sometimes I be wishing we were married
And had kids with a white fence
A big driveway, station wagon, with no tints
On the highway, ridin', laughin'
Then I wake up to your pillow full of makeup
Maybe we should breakup
For the sake of our sanity
I've had enough drama to last me
Yes, it's been rough, feel like I'm in cuffs
Trapped, I'm fallin', steady, tryna stand up
The GRITS keep callin' me back
I'm sorry, please darling
Accept my apology for causin'
Any problems, trust me, love
Let's solve 'em, we can make music

I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them

We will never, this is forever
Any day, any time, any weather
We gon' be together, nothin' can sever
The way I feel about y'all, nobody's better
Than them girls raised in the south
The GRITS is what I'm talkin' bout
Season 'em, serve 'em
Then put 'em in your mouth
You hypnotized by them GRITS, nigga

I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS girls raised in the south
You see 'em after the club
At the waffle house i love them GRITS
Girls raised in the south
Think it's then they quick to run they mouth
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them GRITS
Grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them
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Writer: William Roberts, Marcello Valenzano, Andre Lyon
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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