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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Cowboys and Daddys/Me and McDill (Bobby Bare) · Crashed the Wedding, Pt. 1 (Busted) · Crashed the Wedding (Busted) · Quantice Never Crashed (Quantice Never Crashed) · Car & Driver: Greatest Car Songs and Other Lost Treasures of the Road (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Somebody's Gonna Pay (Mickie James) · How're We Gonna Pay for This? (Reno Jones) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) – and 90 other albums »


you ache 
Daddy gives you as much as you can take 
A-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-la 
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car 

A little uptight 
You're
you ache 
Daddy gives you as much as you can take 
A-ha sha-la, a-ha sha-la 
Daddy's gonna pay for your crashed car 

A little uptight 
You're
you're gonna pay Sugar Daddy's price

(Sugar) Oh smile for the camera
(Sugar) Yeah smile for the world
(Sugar) Oh smile....give me your best smile
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a f***, but I wonder
(Is he rich like
done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's your name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don’t give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
Daddy's wanted as he maxes and relaxes
She can't even sue for money, pushers don't pay taxes
So what's to do? Oh yeah
To feed ten mouths, she had to call
the Rubber Duck.
"We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll."
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says "Let them truckers roll, 10-4."

[Chorus]
the Rubber Duck
We just ain't a gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doing ninety eight
I says let them truckers roll, 10 4

'Cause we got a little
the court pins with me, sneakers my size you ran them
Handle beef by the pound, I ain't loud
I'll wait to stab you 'til we line up for chow


Thou shalt
the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't gonna pay no toll
So we crashed
believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
Boy

Back in the day I had a lot of pay
But then I got saved
Took a pay cut by the way I'm
hundred
Since I ain't finna pay him, they gonna give me time
So I'ma give them time, to catch me with the crime
I balls down the street fiending for some
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My mother
the Rubber Duck.
"We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll."
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says "Let them truckers roll, 10-4."

[Chorus]
the Rubber Duck.
"We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll."
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says "Let them truckers roll, 10-4."

[Chorus]
And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!

(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children
a day buzzed
Tripping on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy,shown by the caddies
Uncles named Larry, that
[CHORUS]
Yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay
Life's gonna hang you a bill one day
Before your freedom or your life get took
Get
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered in her lipstick
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered
on credit and couldn't pay 

And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away 

In a blaze of glory in his own territory 

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