Lyrics:
My oofs always been big
At the thrift store, always spend big
Don't care about football - no woo pig
But I'm still a big deal, the biggest whig
Oh,
Come give us a song, Montgomery cried
And lay your disputes all aside
What nonsense is't for folks to chide
For what's been done before 'em
Let Whig
necesito more dreams, more deals, more relax,
is 4 ma whig, whig, whig, whig, whiggas,
ahora ni perdona ni olvida, is not real,
sabe que me gustan sus
smoking is loud
Its got my head in the clouds
She wanna fuck go a couple of rounds
She got a new Whig and I'm ripping it out
Wanna ball right now
Believe in
My heart goes clip clop
Wham pop
When sweet lips kisses me
Ala a-pop
Don't stop
Just buzz me like a bee
A-flip a chip, top
Whig mop
I
the time I'm forty
Live my life in the house like Cory
Hate my wife like the whigs hate Tories
Blow my mind out and find my ghost
I lost time tryna fight my
the good old day
The day of pride and chieftain's glory
When royal Stuart held the sway
And none heard tell of Whig or Tory
Though silver be my hair one day
wi banes and beggary,
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Come
and roguery;
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary,
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor,
about the rainbow eucalyptus?
What about the instruments?
What about the Cowboy Junkies?
What about the Afghan Whigs?
What about the Mountain Valley
all by myself, split whigs
Put a body, dead body, body bags, zippin tight real tight
For the trash, then I laugh for the last,
plutonium whigs
One hundred fallen angels
One thousand Babylons
The sound of bomb, alarm bells
And screaming electrons
Hurrah, hurrah, apocalypse
Hurrah,
foughten with rief and roguery;
Donald had dinner with banes and beggary,
So better it was for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald McGillavry.
a little
But I whig a little more
I work it like a squiggle
But I'm straight like liquor
And when it come to the past
I leave it all at the door
There's no
still take charge like a cadet
(You know I'm bout it bitch)
At them luncheons, with them big whigs, on my big bully young boss tip
That visa swiping
With a last and coughing outburst
I gaze at the chimes-of-freedom-flashing, as they sing : "America, America first"
White whig, and a red tie
stable
And if you are able, listen to me
I've got a story, from old history
Something outside of the whigs and tories
Gallop down the mountain
Gallop
gig
And at curtain I’m Best in Show
'Cause that’s just how I live — ayo
I’m a kid. But I’m big
Henry Clay started a party; he called it the Whig
Catch
super four
N my zen is hella glorious
Training with no end ain't no Ditmars or Estoria
Tryina get Big cuz I'm already notorious
N party with the whigs cuz
the club getting busted in whigs
Memphis, Tennessee we throwing niggas off a bridge
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
And then hear I come right around the fucking
But we were wrong about the atomic bomb,
And now an eagle's shitting on the White House lawn
In a blonde whig with Chinese fireworks
Every holiday
much more, better
All here nets and hollow eyes
Whigs, sticks and a devil's workshop
on your lips
Stone cold beats slap make you want to jig
Niggas whig that means big cap lying telling fibs
At my crib it's a big ass waiting on me to hit
I
em kid
Difference gon be
That there pop's really did
No politicking
A mans not a Whig
Mining for gold
Gotta shovel
Let's dig
Say you with me and that's
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