Lyrics:
on the lap
There's a tiny little landing pad, and a jetpack strapped to his back
She's backstage stretching, growing old, but still warming up
And Moxie
And lightning struck down on his place yeah
Yo this little chicken looks so timid but it's really not nice
Here's my warning you better listen boy it'll pluck out
but sunsets on the beach
Got some dirt on my boots for these gold teeth
My old boy never saw my goatee
I roll trees for the times I had dreams
'Bout
tells us NO!
When we look back on those memories how little we've grown!
Little by little we're a little bit of both
As the years reduce the boys into
bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down
"Talisha!" Yo call back, I'm busy
Why don'tcha hit me on the box a little later
Washed up, got dressed, hit's the elevator
Steps out, it's the same old scene
quickly rose to fame
Sing a song, boys, for Dora Hand
She brought a little beauty to this hard and barren land
Doff your caps, boys, though saved
down you know what I'm talkin about
A lil' somethin' for tha ladies
(Chorus)
It's not love, don't get it twisted
I'll make you feel so good but you
3 years old
Bags packed standing and waiting by the door
Crying out, Is he coming, but let's be real how could she know
You see my father left after
a nigga all in love the way she moving that back, not only that
You perfect from your head to your feet
That's my lady in the streets on my freak
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so
One nigga getting money
Then we all getting money
Whole squad
Getting money
Whole gang
Getting money
Can't take
c thang from me
Just a little
on the grave shift
Chilling with the same guys from day dot
In 2000, listening to k dot
Back then man couldn't get a rave spot
Now I'm on the runway ready for
, nugget bowlin from the...
[Chorus (1x)]
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies draggin
Are you down with the clown with clown luv, ride the...
Wagon Wagon, dead bodies
a face in a martini crowd
He drinks long neck Bud and gets a little loud
The mans back on his feet
He's an uptown down-home good ol boy
In a business
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
this score
So me and this little drove down to the beach and sssoothed
I was diggin' up sand and that baby howlin' at the moon
I was all up in the mix
Well, down in the horse corral standing alone,
Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan.
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes,
Little pig
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
the city by surprise, it's just me and you tonight
Now, yeah, we ride a little, freak
Ain't slowin' down, won't stop for nothin', 'less we on E
Now,
slow.
Fuck me like you want it. Hittin' every little organ by her stomach.
Stop back up, bitch who the fuck keep you cummin'.
[Daz]
And you
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
shit y'all
You're just another Parental Advisory sticker surfing beach boy
Yo
on seats
Told that hoe to back up, back up from me
Don't do nun but stack up, stack up the cheese
Bad bitch I'm in her mouth like Aleve
Only gone trip bout
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