Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Missy Elliot - All n my grill ------------------------------------------ Uh, hit me [Missy] Dont explain, you never change Same old thing, same old game Say ya want to be wit me But show me my ring Baby, let me think I been in the cold The story untold, about to unfold How do you expect me To ever believe you want be wit me [Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (Why you all in) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, know) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Missy] Talk is talk, and talk is cheap Tell it to her, dont say it to me Cuz I know Im in control See Trix are for kids, and boo Im too old Go head, with your games Dont ever come back to me again Where you go, remember me Im the best thing in history [Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (Why, why, why) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know boy, boy) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah) [Missy (Nicole)] Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life (I was a fool) I dont know whats wrong with me Third time (Third time) I moved you in, took you back in my life (oh yeah, yeah) [Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (All in my grill) Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills, yeah) Let me know if you will (Let me know if you will) Cuz a chick gotta live (oh, yeah) Why you all in my grill Can you pay my bills (Ooh, pay my bills) Let me know if you will (Let me know, let me know baby, baby) Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick like me, I got to live) [Missy] If you want me, wheres my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough Wheres my money? Wheres my clothes? If you want me, wheres my dough? Give me money, buy me clothes No need for talking, have my dough? Wheres my money? Wheres my clothes? [Big Boi] Aight, uh Why you all in my grill? Im thinkin its time to chill Yeah, but you on a drill, though I couldnt even step out the baby blue Bonneville Cuz you be tryin to kill my hoe, my girlfriend And people around me is tellin me that yous a stalker Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker I told you I was the street talker It aint my fault you dirty your Victorias Secrets And your Fredericks You wanted the Waldorf Astoria But instead I took you to Cedricks, to entertain you To give you to the G, and never claim you Me and Missy, we get it straight pissin Oh yeah, we puffin on one of them thangs too You blamin who? You namin who? I know you aint bringin that lame crew Big Boi, they the phat sacks She pretty D, all they same, boo But Im backed by the Dungeon Family So you can go head wit all that stabbin me Cuz I will jab thee, and slam thee And Bobby Boochet yo ass, G Yeah, yeah