Lyrics:
songs bae
Lottie, dottie, dottie
Like, I don't trust your friends baby
They still tryna spy me
All alone up in the cold
Tell Q-pid be coming find me
Get
there's my daughter Dottie,
She takes guitar, that's true.
Junior, he takes karate.
Smashed her guitar in two.
For all these lessons,
I have to pay.
we moved out to the west end
I remember leaving back my best friend, my only true friend
Now we ain't acquainted that's one less friend
Guess it really
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
feinds by the liqour shop
Now it’s money in abundance
Big belly bundles
When you turn down a quarter mill it’s hard to stay humble
I started with a crumble
what lessons did they tell us
All them days at the park ballin' with the fellas
Chillin' in the river that's how we would relax
Sippin' on some liquor,
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
FUNKY GRASS BAND
RECORDED BY PORTER WAGONER
(Red Lane - Dottie West)
« © '71 Tree Publishing »
A small town in Kentucky that's called Hazzard
and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away
From you leaving me this way
Jesus, can you
and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away
From you leaving me this way
Jesus, can you
that when I spray
I go red in the face
Hotline bling on my page
Bring more cash to the gang
I had a damn good day
Thought I'd be used to this by now
I
I just met shawty from the west side
We were chilling by the pool she wanted more
Now she just sittin in my
Lap she naughty or nice, she naughty
the whole story no, not by a lot
We've made progress of plenty in
Both fairness and thought
Though, we've miles yet to go and
We've no time to rest
The west
really yearned
Lesson learned, stick your hand in the fire it's gettin' burned
I watched my dreams float away
Turned my back on myself, just so I could go
stressing
He didn't understand hope that he learned his lesson
Off by an hour in every direction
Travel from east to the west with a Wesson
She keep
as I live it'll never happen again
When the poets hopped a ride out west
Grandpa got us by just sweeping floors
Now everybody's leaving town
Sell
No, I never been a hero
But I've been to Omaha
Went way out west to try and do my best
I didn't get too far
That crack in the blinds doesn't tell
them over
They know it's that you could tell by the odor
I'm in the back of the, back of the Rover
And we keep packs with us like we was smokers
Patek is
Rappers in that west
Motherfucking brown, Mexicano
Eating bitches like the Sopranos
Bitches don't know how to handle
Fucking doing shit like motherfucking
Aye yo, this is Arsenal Kerala, from the south west loud part of India
Showing some love for the boys in London, hip-hop style
South side, West
from the best
Only L I ever take is a mf lesson
Yea I count my money like I count my blessings
East side nigga but I'm chillin in the west
Been a legend
to the seeds of imperfection
Rooted in place by Impossible perfection
Seems like the brand of failure marked me again
Leaving me no room to pretend
So what
I’m a well respected reject with intellect, magna cum lade
Lottie Dottie with hoes, while we listen to Sade
Hopeless romantic Will, haven’t been jaded
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