Lyrics:
shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
decimal figures (yeah, keep talkin')
She said "Lil Boat a lil' dog"
(She did, uh huh)
Ouch, I just got bit by a tick (Uh)
This should be the route, yeah,
for so long
Doesn't seem all perfect yeah I know
The main figure in his life was his GI Joe
Of course his parents loved him and I ain't try to push no
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a hoe
c yo the plug just hit me up he said
We gone get it cross the border
We gone get it by the truck he said
We gone get it cross the border
You won't
And it's deep how blood drys as a mother crys
Open eyes gettin' landed on by flys
There's no disgues for the ones who hara**in'
The reason for the illin'
2015 Jan Buckingham & Nick Nichols BMI/SESAC 4/17/15 DOB
Duckhouse Music Publishing/Nicholsworth LLC Music Publishing
ALL I WANNA BE IS ME
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a hoe
Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik, The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labeled me a ho
I
all the girls, tomb raider
No be Lara Croft
Perscoba, I dissed Adele, ne ti awu tisɛ Santaclaus
All of my haters black and white
Alewa I dey chew them
called the boat the front seat
And I think she's about to go down for a season
I know the horn ain't beep for no reason
3 in the mornin and actin
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya D's out
Breathe in,
Street IPA, Trader Joses, still no cans
Hey Joe, I’m still a fan of two dollar salad bags
Killer mixes romaine and spinach, salads ridic delicious
Lunch
J's on my feet, Lacoste shirt, Glock in my pouch
If it ain't about no money, what is it about
I used to jump up in the booth when they had doubt
Now
vast, I wonder who's the girl who will hop in my boat (my boat)
Hey
Shawty you can look so bad, but you got to tell me what you got in your soul (your
no honey
But I got me a buddy with a boat
Whoa this weekend I ain't gonna be thinking
About fixing all that's going on
Got somebody to right these
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti
What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be
a bottle of champagne taking about
Harry, Joe, and Dick and Bobby and what they ain't got
And they live down in the lower development homes, and you won't
in the back of my truck
All my rednecks don't give a dump
If anyone asks you, you let 'em know
I've got my boat and I'm ready to go
Out fishing again
ex cheated so she shot the nigga
Her bestie hid the body they told me all about it
They some down ass hoes ain't no doubt about it
They be dancing
Looking at girls they be admiring, (Phew)
Feeling a little old, looking like Joe Biden, (Biden)
But I won't be Stalin, no I ain't a tyrant, (Nah)
Might
Daddy said Beyoncé can't sing, that nigga bugged
He a cokehead that's why we tell kids say no to drugs (that's why)
That Gorilla Glue girl hair start
ask the rocks
Showtime, L-O-L, and oh my gosh
Text language, you see the way he spend
You don't know about me, goin' A-A-S
Yeah, no, don't ask about me
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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