Quote by JR Writer Download Open image “Dont stop, grill em!” — JR Writer ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
Now what we doing with it? You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it. — Lil Wayne Copy Share Image
Come on outside when youʹre done,ʺ I told her. ʺItʹs like the barbecue of the damned. Except . . . thereʹs no grill. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
Grilling takes the formality out of entertaining. Everyone wants to get involved. — Bobby Flay Copy Share Image
You keep opening ya grill, Im barbecuing with it. I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it. Some say this… — Lil Wayne Copy Share Image
Grills are how to achieve a great flavor on meats and vegetables. They bring people together. The smell of them getting started is therapeutic. — Chuck Inglish Copy Share Image
Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock. Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock. Don't… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm seen in the projects with the top low, gwap dough. That'll leave more holes in your body than a cuatro. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw. Clap clap, clap, that's the bird call. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Hey ma, its J.R. and L's it ain't hard to tell we da niggaz in we da niggaz in Maury and car alarm da… — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Flippin', listen baby I was never dumb. Sittin' in the lobby like I'm waitin' for some mail to come. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
I still be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit. So much water in the order it's just leaving em'… — JR Writer Copy Share Image
The party will be pissed when I buy out the bar and leave water on the list — JR Writer Copy Share Image
That's when I had to get my hand on a bird. Call my cousin Nino up, go handle some herb. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
That's a Maserati papo, stop slow. You don't really know me that well, let me put you on. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
No cat can match me I'm passing fastly who's half as nasty? I got it locked from here all the way to cackalacky. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
To all my hustlers, rock smugglers Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Well, I was makin' sales at the age of 12. Pack margin, black lark an', case of shells. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
Stop it boy, Do not come and argue wit men. Im sick like Writer, So you can come and honor my Pen. — JR Writer Copy Share Image
