Lyrics:
Booth Willie:] "Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch!
I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!"
[Another car
Introduction
(Ray Price - Willie Nelson)
When the evening sun goes down
Hi neighbors it is sundown at our house
As we make this new Columbia album
Willie, George Jones, Billy Nelson, Travis Tritt and all the Highwaymen
At a young age, I was hearing about all the outlaw ways
The outlaw ways
Two little..
ain't heard nothin' yet
Neil young well he ain't dumb no
He plays with Lucas, Willie nelsons son
And oh yeah, oh yeah,
And oh yeah, and oh yeah
It's
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
country singers beefin' over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seeger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do
That's right, you go ahead, I'll be a okay
'Cause I got Jose, Captain Morgan
Not to mention old George and Tammy, Loretta, Merle, Willie Nelson, Big John
the valley with the shadows of death
My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley all by myself
We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us
like Willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess
Beat a Willie Nelson of the new generation
A risin legacy shoutin across every nation
I need a passport luggage and a new Rolls Royce
50 Billion but I
sergeant for a dream
I been drillin it
Chillin in the back
To the nines
Like willie nelson
I'm ill son
Whassa deal son
You lookin pale son
You need
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
of chocolate, son
Bitch, I'm Vanilla Ice, ice, Baby Face Nelson
Cornbread fed
Ain't a fuckin' thing you can tell me
Moonwalkin' in the mesosphere
Beats headphones
more than welcome
If you can take the crown from champ, Willie Nelson
I smoke and smoke, don't choke, you'll see
Don't call me dog I'm an O.G., G, O, D
fight til'
Black Lives Matter
I'm going to name a few of the victims killed by police brutality in the past decade
Janet Wilson
Willie Tillman
dreams, and this fiend just did a fly by
On a flying bus, you can bet that I fly high
It's the Willie fucking Nelson ganja bus in Sweden
A smoke trail
room
With a rope ladder hanging from the ceiling
When sliding down the rope came Willie Nelson
Sayin' "Son, let's find the party that never ends"
We
Grandpa Willie my Unc Joe Willie and Uncle Sam
Talkin bout you seen Pac and Biggie they over there
Grandma talkin' bout look son that's Nipsey Russell no
a southern drawl,
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw
But if he's country I'll kiss your ass,
And throw all my Willie Nelson records
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
medidas excepcionales
Houdini burlando cierres perimetrales
Infeccioso como virus los tiño de rojo Pirus
(Aiyo son) I'm dead serious
Samo Samo R G Tres Doze
milly
Her hands in my pants she tryna free willie
So I said let's make a movie she say you so silly
I be rapping good smoke baby lil silky
Brothers
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