Artist: CyHi The Prynce f/ K-Camp, Stuey Rock Album: Ivy League Club (Mixtape) Song: Grits Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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