Lyrics:
ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
I will wait here by his side
'Til he's brave enough to close his eyes
My good ol' boy, he'll be coming home soon
offerings are comical
I'm offing every obstacle
Eyes wide shut
Closed mouths don't get fed
Might die by lust
Good sex and good head
In thighs I trust
You can
again
And after all these years
We're just as crazy making all that noise
And after all these years, we are, we are
We are we them good ol' boys
We them
a long time
And Wilson too
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Look here
Hey John
How about a little taste? You know what I want
Gimme a big ol' glass on them good
there was a boy named Jake, cotton farmer in Alabama
Now, this man named Jake, he had twenty nine slaves
Only three wives though, that's pretty good for
Santa, baby, please hurry, hurry, hurry
(Jolly 'Ol Saint)
Santa, baby, he takes care of my worries
(Jolly 'Ol)
Santa, baby, please hurry down my
Other than that, We ain't nothing but good ol' boys
Good ol' boys were all the same
Ain't no way we'll ever change
Mean no harm by the things we do
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Other than that, We ain't nothing but good ol' boys
Good ol' boys were all the same
Ain't no way we'll ever change
Mean no harm by the things we do
good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go
So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I
Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply
Big ol' trucks,
Crocodile
That gator got a mind
Florida boy shi
Been tooting that stick
Good teeth thick bitch
In the seat of my ride
Big Ol Maniac
Big Ol Maniac
Big
down-home good ol boy
A woman loved him through it all
Through his rowdy days and his hardest fall when he almost died
She stayed by his side
She's
Me and my bro like Finn and Jake (You know it)
Stackin' all competition on dinner plates (Uh-huh)
They ain't catch up yet they already late (Nah)
wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can and I work when I should
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me ol' fiddle
charm
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ol' fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
And life
I miss the good ol' days
I was nine, wasting time
Miss the good ol' days
Wit my boys, watching vine
I went through a phase
I went through a phase
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he way born
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Way married
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
halfway there
We're old school, small town sticking around
Just like folks used to, good ol' boys and girls
Just falling in love, living the life, yeah
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