Lyrics:
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
and nah, nah, nah
Yo, Mr william (Mr william)
When, oh, when, Mr william?
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check the Peapod, 'cause the vibes is
death on me
Choppa by my side with a full clip on in it and it go
Blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam,
and geekin'
Feelin' like scream who are you?
You wanna be me but you cannot be
More M's than Mickey D
No diamonds, it's gems all up in your piece
OG gas, need
No Limit soldier like Master P
All of my niggas they bout it
Molly, the percocets, xan
If you geekin we call that bitch Scotty
Experiment with all
bight and strong
They carried William Deacon's body down from old Green Mountain yesterday
He was crashed by a rollin' grabble truck when he stepped out
stopped by today
At Hank Williams's grave
My hero from the days of my youth
Was that him or me
That I used to be
In the times when I searched for
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
Like she be geekin' and
Tweaked off the liquor
Wait, put the dick in her liver
New opp, shit kick like a punt
OD'd off a pill, now he dead in my blunt
The way you make me feel
You got me geekin' over you
I can't tell if I'm reachin' but I'm peepin' how you move
Yea, you caught my eye the other day
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
can cling to a ramblin' rose?
Your Cheatin' Heart
(Hank Williams)
Your cheatin' heart
Will make you weep
You'll cry and cry
You'll try to sleep.
But
[Pharrell Williams]
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we're all gonna be what we're
now)
And
Nah, nah, nah
Yo, Mister Will.I.Am (Mister Will.I.Am)
Win or win (Mister Will.I.Am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check
Thang
Imma mix you with the henny
When you tell me it's the weekend
Imma throw you off the deep end
Now we chillan by the ocean
So it's frank
blicky (bah)
Yeah, oxycodone got me dizzy (yeah)
I got rich by myself, don't need no help, this shit too easy
Rave and pills, I'm geekin' high, I'm dyin'
Robert Williams smack that hoe!
Ain't no Chris Breezy, everything i do real easy
Go by the palm tree's that shits really breezy, no hurricane
The doc hit
(Codeine)
Hype Williams, Little X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
and sing my haunted songsBecause the ghost of hank Williams ain't bound by no stone(Yodel)
Williams ain't bound by no stone|Yodel
letters never sent
And when he's home his dance card is full
But when he's with me he plays by his own rules
William, run home--go wash your face
Run away
the whole town scared to death
When he walked by they all held their breath
He's a fightin' man, sure enough
And then Bill got himself a wife
Now he leads
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
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