Lyrics:
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
that's not all that he lost
Jimmy's gone and that's the cost of my fatal attraction
My mother warned me that some nigga's ain't my right hand
To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man
His name is Clancy, I fancy him,
Ring around the rosie
Hicks and the homies
Skinheads and nazis
The rest of your posse
Take down the tikis
Racism creeping
Plague of the nation
Mutant
federal
Dr. Jimmy G prescribing truth like it's medical, about to go surgical
Doogie Jimmy G up on the beat performing miracles
No I'm not religious, but
Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger
soul
I'm on fire, drop and roll
Got my shouts on Elder Scrolls
Make me mad, I'll write your name onto my book like on Death Note
Get onto my level
not dying
Just always tell truth don't be lying
Obey your elders no defying
You never know a moment's defining
My songs I'll make better refining
not dying
Just always tell truth don't be lying
Obey your elders no defying
You never know a moment's defining
My songs I'll make better refining
Girls
Just some hot girls who like to snort white girl
I'm in a all black coupe like Dark Knight, girl
These here Jimmy Choos, not Off-Whites, girl
little starlets in the dark
Trying to pry you open
And shake a writer out his Times New Roman
I'm all slow motion baby
I'm in a zone, so frozen
Not a part
and let me in, showed love to a kid
I’m sorry Kevin Hicks, that cracker he wasn’t shit
Still got my hoody on. Travyon Martin, fuck the pigs
Shouts Alton
out!)
I never seen a sucka CEO that shit can not happen
Man all the suckas in the trenches, they just cappin' and trappin'
C'mon now
(ahh)
Never seen
And the next thing you know, old Jimmy's awake
Believe that, Jimmy has to get loose
I recommended her to be my personal masseuse
She's a real fly girl if you get
Adderall V cut got me energized
If she swerve the whip against getting penalized
With my food in her pussy like its dinner time
Before I pay bitch to fuck
be more
Powerful than their government
I'll let you live a season then it's time you hang for treason
Tin Man Slice is steaming while my dope robot is
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would
I'm dizzy
I'm smoking on the spliffy on my dick she give's me hickeys (yeah)
Shout out to hicks they be the ones bringing in them bricks
Across
just see me trip up
But never even see me slip
Uh uhh, not even a hick up
Only a baddest bitch can catch my in crib waiting in my room with my dick up
Cracked the bell with a motherfucking gavel
Damaged cells, im the judge of my tale
Hail mary Isobel
You never can tell
I just wanna get high again
Not
the very fibers of my being
As I slowly turned, a glorious radiance consumed my eyes
His silhouette was backdropped by the immense sea of glass
And for
time the I comment on shit ion really have think it's time I get in my bag
Time to get me a Rollie on go to the open Louis store Gucci or Fenty or Prada
the hicks in Alabama
Check the grammar and the stamina I'm tootin' on my horn
Timberland boot stompin' forty drink it more
Malt liquor chug a filter let me
entered the gates of pleasure
Not knowing, I becoming with too much to measure
With the math of an elder and the steel of a welder
The path of tray
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