Lyrics:
Everything she want, man she got it (got it)
Marble floors, orange like a pumpkin
House surrounded by a lil' army
Livin' in the mud (livin' in the mud)
I
can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
Roll them woods up keep that fire by your side
Nigga throw your hood up Kuz we bangin' till we die
Fuck the club up put your bottles in the sky
Fuck
Well there was an old hermit named dave
Who lived by himself in the woods in a cave
Ate from a turtle shell, slept on a bath skin had a seven foot
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
twins with me like I'm Johnny Test
I just bring the woods they grab the liquor and you guess the rest
Nigga you know how shit go down
I'm tryna be the man
Nail in the wood,
Oppressive and good.
She took what she could
From the man with the wood.
Who are you now?
I've taken your power for me!
, baby
Give me a chance to be your man, baby
Oh
We gon' make our getaway
On a back road bound by love
Yeah, we gon' make our getaway
On a back
I live out in the woods
People I got wolves' blood in my veins
I live way out in the woods
People you know I've got wolves' blood in my veins
Second round I cum in her poopoose
When he not around his girlfriend loose
And is man like me that give her wood
Gyal you toujour have me bandé
Come over
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
them
They don't give a damn
And the happiest man alive
Is sitting in the woods tonight
Surrounded by the lake
and trees
The air is so fresh
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
intermissions can be tough but
You soldier on and get the chocolate like a Toblerone
Tryna be more than known man I got this mobile phones
Can control the globe
out, by the bench now
Chillin' on the boat, saw the ice cream truck out
Sixteenth, to the boat, then they fly out
Man, I thought that I would lose it,
nuh fraid fi say wah she want
If she feel the wood, she a drop the draws, yeah
Love the cocky rough, love the cocky raw
Grip you by you throat, slap you
all wood—all wood
Too many times I ran the light
Runaway or run inside
It’s alright
Bout to overload I give ‘em flood
It’s all good
Beating beats up
Hoppin' out the van, I'm on Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man, that's difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill,
simply smart play by the
legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch.
Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in
from the strongest gopher wood
Seven by seven, two by two, to make all things renewed
Water came rushing more and more, but the ark prevailed by
Out in the woods i was Taught by the sage
Grippin the all mighty Blade
Deep in the forest where Memories fade
The shadows is keepin me safe
Whippin
thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (drive
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
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