Lyrics:
(uh-huh)
Drinkin' every bottle 'til a nigga get nauseous (uh-huh)
Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous (uh-huh)
Hundred thousand on a nigga,
town
Big excuses
When the lights all go up
And the people come down
And it was just a little wish
Upon a star just a little too high
And it was just
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my
one of them
All my pockets be swole like they in the gym
When i shoot bitch im scoring no touching rim
And we be the big dawgs ain no little shrimps
Each time you come, you leave a little sorrow
You're like that big, big storm that tore the town apart
Left everyone trying to console their aching
Each time you come, you leave a little sorrow
You're like that big, big storm that tore the town apart
Left everyone trying to console their aching
me out as you drive by
Like there was some big deal.
Well I know so much you'll never find
From there behind the wheel.
I'm only walking
Through
but my visions ain't an act now
I'm a doer not a snoozer that's a fact now
Time changing I been blazing to the big leagues
Big rounds round my town I'm
it for sure
Wanted three end up throwing him four
On the stove he just watching it boil
Know its fire you can tell by the oil
Bitch you know I'm big
on the road
mans like you get scared on the road
won't be moved by no 'brear' on the road
'mans' like you get air on the road
so just stick to pumping beats
by one,
Poor little Janie's on the run
Small town girl,
Big time dreams,
She had no idea it would cost her everything,
Working on her back as they
THE THREE PIGS
Intro cb cb cb cb
cb Eb
First little pig built
cb Eb
House made of straw
cb Eb
Then big bad
on the ground
Buy the little acreage spot on the outskirts of your town
You'll know she's the one when you look into her eyes
And you pray to God, he keeps her by
Look
I ain't gotta play shit by the book
I already know that bitch on me
I ain't wave ain't gotta look
Them some vvs on yo neck
Tuck that chain for
lived in the moon
And one day he came passing by
Someday little girl, everything for you is gonna be new
Someday little girl, you'll have a diamond
If you want it, you could find us in Texas
Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
Everything big, up in Texas
By the way we walk, you could tell we
a livin' he's a 'Lousiana
man Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen,
even got a little bitty muskrat cousin Got 'em out
dryin' in the hot hot sun,
tomorrow
That's all I do is talk shit, no doubt
Yeah I got my nigga B-Legit in the house
Bad Ass Anthony Banks, doin "Big Thangs"
$hort Dog, always
woo, woo, uh
Tell me you gon' ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon' die for me (you gon' die)
Tell me you gon' die by what you
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Sweet hell
I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
Sweet hell
Won't you come and find me in this big ole house, I said now
we'll be flyin'
My world's a chain of one-night-stands
Strung together by the center line
I don't know where I'll wake up tomorrow,
But I can't let
the biggest smartest fastest that this town's ever knew
Driving on the zero turn lawn mower
He's not a little kid anymore
He can wink and pet and hug
Making all
Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick 'em up trucks
Big timin' in a small town
Stirrin' it up right about sundown
Black denim an' chrome to the bone with a little home
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