Lyrics:
ready to stomp
Play these hoes like trump
get one pa** one
Disrespect poke these n****z in the eye
Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- drugs
Ain't
and a 100 gallon keg of beer and
Haggard dropped by and brought Willie with him
And they started takin' requests
Well don't get me wrong boys this is
Drake gon' get him wet
We just aimin' for the chin and up aint aimin' for your neck
Boy, don't play me like no hoe, you know I die about my set
Keep my
"that boy's pop"
All I heard was "that boy's not"
Top 5 on any list, but I've moved up by five slots
I'm passed one, high as fuck
I don't see niggas
And you can dance
For inspiration
Come on
I'm waiting
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me, yeah
Get up on your
boys have had enough
Join the army, get yourself a decent job"
Indecent exposure in a parking lot
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora,
, he'd be a little boy
But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
And you can dance
For inspiration
Come on
I'm waiting
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me, yeah
Get up on your
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
boys hollered," Get up whoever you are and get a pickax
Mine me enough to start another hell and keep it burnin'
Mine me enough to start another hell.
Get get get get get down
[Rich Boy]
When the boys pillin
Them boys pillin
Up in the hood them boys pillin
Im cold put ya sweater on llike that Charlie
at? look
A hot girl is a silent ho
If a bitch get outta line she a violent ho
Ain't no pest
Far from being a whining ho
Fuck up
She confess,
arrogance, never get sloppy, my element
Villie boy pull up by the block
Flip flops, and the white socks
No sleep, let the dream talk
Wavy got me feeling like
up on it))
Every time u get some
People wanna take it back
They rather see u on the run
Than see u get it like that
Every time they stop u
Change up
kill the baddies, then he check in (hey)
I'd rather take a English
Lesson from a Mexican
Than wait for Miles Prower to
Catch up with me
I'm sick
boy
Still in all gold just like Mr. T
Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet
Box Chevy with Diamond seats
Ridin' to this Diamond D
Diamonds in my pinky
the roof over my head and a bed, nigga, my bitch givin' me head
I'd rather get money instead
Man, it's Bobby Boy Records in this bitch
Y'all niggas better
dem?
Damn girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle
dem?
Damn girl
How'd you get all that?
(Is you talking to me?)
Yeah, you
I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
Bet you had to wiggle
hear nothin' bout' no keys boy
But it's like everywhere I go
Everybody pull up low by the boatloads (woah)
Then they get on records and
Rap about
the fuck up
You know what I'm sayin'?
Skit, Ralo, foul, go, D up
Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin' up vegetables
I filled
to give it up
Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony
Some hump free, they mad bogey
Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
Jam Master Jay deserve
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
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