Lyrics:
new chick on that bullshit, wanna argue and I ain't really got that time,
Heard the word around town is you got a new man and I'm long gone,
If that's
Slims
Cancer stick, she no good for me, bitch make me sick
No, I’m not the one, I’m not the trick
I need a sister soldier, not a Dixie chick
No dairy
on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long
We spend all day getting sober
Just hiding from daylight
Watching TV
We just look a lot better
been tossed around kicked into the curb
This girl, so beautiful, long legs with all those mothafuckin’ curves
She curves them boys that tried to play
Fetty Wap "wontchu come my Way", If you a bad chick and you 'bout yo' biz, Come & chill with my clique
You can ride my wave
Come here Baby Girl, Know we
Our eastern states're dandy, so all the people say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling
Yadamean!
All day long
Yo! Hey!
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
feel the same way
Big Phil
This for you pimpin'
Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way back home
to long
For way to long
Way to long
Don't bring me around fake niggas
Them I could never relate
Hell naw hell naw
Don't bring me around fake niggas
get it going crazy
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention some of them country ladies
Give ya Dixie Chicks and Deana and Shania Twain a try
Or some Reba
u got it like that
And ain't no way I'm holdin' it back, no
'Cause now I got u
And if feels good now to be with u
I'm that chick
What–no doubt
I'm
Heckle and Jeckle built a barbed wire nest in a windmill derrick way out west
Scoopin up scraps down a long fence line it was a work of art only one
Lick it dip it twist it turn it stick it dunk it
Pump it pump it
You open the door step into the place
Look around strange painting on the walls
A chick
a fiddle and a steel guitar
The Man in Black had a record deal
And The Chicks were still from Dixie
And I wonder what ol' Cash would say
If he heard that
knows you're blessed
Love how you work that, God knows you're dressed
Yeah, fine enough to cause a scene, cover a magazine
Boss chicks around
on the corner
I been bummin' around this old town for way too long
We spend all day getting sober
Just hiding from daylight
Watching TV
We just look a lot better
like the Troy Davis’ stint in prison
Can’t believe the shiftiness
Like the ‘Memphis 3‘, he should’ve gotten Eddie Vedder & a Dixie chick
So pay attention
feel the same way
Big Phil
This for you pimpin'
Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way back home
you found me
'cause it won't be long before you have to crown me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
And men die with chicks, so
Name another chick that's gon drip like me
Onna gram they taking pics they tryna get like me
I said Name another chick that ride the dick like me
I'm
a Dixie cup
Mama Jann band-aid kiss the cut
Now I'm thinking about offices and mansions with amenities
And runneth over pools and infinities
Award shows
Hella thick long hair and it's hers ain't no Remy
Plus her accent so amazing love the way she call me Papi
Mesmerized by her eyes wasn't no need for
in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho'
Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know
Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked
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