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McAnally Flats, McAnally Flats Barbecued ribs and clap recaps They kick your ass and tip their hats I told you don't go fuck with them boys In
There's a hot feast on the grill cooking up just right Grab a brew & have your fill we'll party through the night Barbecued beans and a roasted ham Turkey
So no need to remind them You and you're puny collude Get barbecued Close or from longitude Y'all just seafood I hate to be rude Fuck your interludes
I ever said I'm proud of you No matter what you do, or how, it's true Strawberries barbecued Yes, I'm proud of you I think I know a better path you
and sunshine Barbecued down by the swimming hole Catfish jumping on my fishing pole Don't be so bougie, take your shoes off Let your hair down, get your rocks
fried (fire) Take that back, he gettin' barbecued (barbecued) Diamonds look like a Rubik's Cube (Rubik's Cube) 'Bout my cake, don't eat Suzy Q's (Suzy
the smoke Just gon’ leave you barbecued dawg Look I’m not in the mood I’m just on the move I’m not in the mood I’m just on the move I’m not in the mood I’m
transcribing (Huh, yah) Yeah we need a lot of food The calories Can we get it barbecued Mentality And we surfing on the net Neutrality Playing all the old
a hundred, we got gratitude Bad lil bitch got attitude, you’ll get flamed nigga, get barbecued, yeah (Y'all gettin' flamed) Goin' through the second, I can see
him Loading up them dracos and pistols we on a mission Aiming at his rib bone, we outback, we gotta grill em, Niggas getting barbecued bout beef dawg we
get barbecued And my ribs is showing, I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon Ladies
and tell him to have barbecued buffalo wings And a pitcher of cool-Aid on chill It's about to get real in the field [Lady of Rage] Leaping Lo-lo's!
you see those crispy khaki creases on that rugged wretched.. Aiy-yo-yo-yo kick back robin Get alfred and tell him to have barbecued buffalo wings
Havin' lunch at The Petroleum Club Smokin' fine cigars and swappin' lives He said, "Give me another slice of that barbecued brisket Give me another
get barbecued And my ribs is showing, I say I'm starving dude This, this, this, this, this is the Carter dude What up Reel, c'mon Ladies
feeding And I don't want a bill I want food fast I want fast food Pretty naked girls Preferably tattooed I don't like fiber Especially barbecued I want
Fall like a jump shot From they favorite player With seconds on the clock (Yep) Im here to souffle ya' turn rappers into Anything barbecued They're
Top Joint The Flat Top Joint The band starts rockin' at midnight Boy, you know you can't stand still They got barbecued ribs, beer and wine
the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecued wings, we fed
Jack on ice Hell, I drink Crown and Coke I like my chicken fried And I like mine barbecued I like a down home country girl Hell, I do too (yeah)
Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I I’m just getting high Thinking bout Tha Carter V My homie’s
Joint The Flat Top Joint The band starts rockin' at midnight Boy, you know you can't stand still They got barbecued ribs, beer and wine Sometimes
feeding And I don't want a bill I want food fast I want fast food Pretty naked girls Preferably tattooed I don't like fiber Especially barbecued I want
Then it must be the hockey game After cold beer and barbecued ribs The night is complete With wrestling stories and elegant bones That are tired
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