Lyrics:
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, happy birthday, hehehahaha
We're gonna get nasty
Cause it's the big one-nine
If you
the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
like it’s Ronda
It’s punching like it’s Ronda there
We don’t care if yo mama there
We in every hood like Obamacare Its BikeLyfe
Shout out ward he got
and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It
don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Fresh new
Ohhh... I don't wanna float away
Drifting in orbit, am I even here?
Another moonlit night, where I disappear?
It's step by step, it's mood by mood,
Yeah
You don't need to know who I am
So get outta my face
Exclusive records
There's a storm coming, the lord summoned
Upon flooding this ball,from
on my eyes and prize
But if I don't, the Dogg won't survive (survive)
We ballin' in my opinion, eternal was wild wheel spinnin'
Once implemented it's
a mine oh mine, yeah it's a mine oh mine
You can drive it up, it's got big wheels to that old cabin, sittin' on the hills
That pretty little cabin built
face, never need a skee taste
Knockin off codeine by the case
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit
microphone
Picked it up, now I'm back on your stereo
Out West, rollin' in a Big Benz
Don't chill, not 'til the song ends
There's the more, now I know you
me have to buy my hype too
Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side by side you
'Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
Amnesia
There might be no line between how Jerry Falwell speaks and
What makes Dad a Jew
I step across to find the truth but
These delusions of persecution
Big
to grow out of this by now
And when I get behind the wheel
I don't really feel
Anymore
And when I get behind the wheel
I worry this is how I'll always feel
of every ball
Now listen little papa
Well I'm at your big downfall
'Cause there ain't no wheels on this ship
And we can't row row row
We can't row row
Whatever that mean, you know old people say it so it sounds right
So I'm standing there embarrassed, if we were both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by
reach your dark eternal sleep
There are no absolutes, no big wheels in the sky
You don't have to be first just gotta somehow get by
Yeah bombarded by
don't you ever cry for me
'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
To take a ride through the country
Up, dressed, and gone by
wanna be a Wells Fargo
4 wheels
Every season Argo
Boom, boom
4 wheels
Every season Argo
Boom, boom
No deals
Big gas make the car go
Boom, boom
No
Niggas don't want money, they just wanna get fresh
I can't hang around, these niggas buggin', been pests
Niggas can't hang had to buy a big vest
I don
stereotypical
Anti-Semitic like the foul words Gibson spewed
And it's pathetic, I don't get the credit I deserve
That's why I hate doing interviews
But I
and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It
the time went how we get out of place
You was here and I was there somewhere stuck in outer space
Like over some years you vanished on me into thin air
cannot
Ima kick out the spot
Really I just want the top kinda like a mugshot
Big wheels, son blocked
Using everything I got to make a mill and never stop
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