Lyrics:
old-fashioned girl
Yeah, it's just a little ditty
With a phrase or two that's tricky
Flowin' by with such apparent ease
Ah, but every verse I wrote
right, sippin' on moonshine
Blue jean baby dancin' in the truck lights
Little Nitty Gritty playin' on the radio
"Fishin' in The Dark", ain't got no
And so they shot him till he was dead
Brown girl in the ring tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum plum plum
Show me your motion tra la la la
can't rest in peace Jones, you see they funerals up
New gangstas in the city bitch, ring the alarm
All y'all hoes bow down, kiss the ring of a don
It's
the clouds, that be i
In the club wit loud, I be high
Don’t I move the crowd, don’t be shy
Shorty in the brown, my oh my
U ask to dance, I grab her hand
Then
the clouds, that be i
In the club wit loud, I be high
Don’t I move the crowd, don’t be shy
Shorty in the brown, my oh my
U ask to dance, I grab her hand
Then
on the ground
Let the rain fill the moats round my kingdom
Carved in the cement, star, pledge allegiance
I'ma let you leave em screaming
Dreaming just to get by
the heat
Hey Mr DJ, tell the music out loud
I wanna lose control by diving into the crowd
The girls got the rhythm, the boys are quite with them
It
p-p-persistence
Put her head on my shoulder
My girl in that instance
Then she back to the same bit, speaking resistance
Okay, see the play-by-play
Wearing heels
with interest, might stutter each line with enough p-p-persistence, put her head on my shoulder, my girl in that instance. Then she back to the same bit
to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock
ya we gritty
Blackhawks ya we 3 peat
DRose that's MVP
Moncada on the TV
Dad and brothers right with me
Putting on for our city
One girl that won't
fresh to def, in all white living the life
I been getting dough, my jewelry clean Vanilla Ice (Ice)
Chrome in rims, gold in my rings, foot in your ass
If
nigga girl i'm da truth
I'm in your city with it what it do
This that TrapBaby to the two
Catch me in the cut with a city hoe Hood bitch like a gritty hoe
girls texts and shit
See my name up in her group chat messages
Asking where she but you know just where she is
City litty, gritty kitty, bill a zitty,
the five-seven, chunky and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Coretta King, live in
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
noon, I'ma make it back by 4: 30
(Almost home) hustlers runnin' in
(In) , J's runnin' out (Out)
And we never hit you if you came unannounced
That's your
late night ting only once so she had to remind me
I dot lines for the p's like a guide this year everything gon be in lining
New whip on my neck when I
We Would Wanna Become Um
We Would Watch ‘Em & Mimic
I Use To Love Them Summer
I Remember...
We Use To Hang Out In The Halls
Catch The Girl... Kiss
and play this
You'll understand why I should be the main man
All these other girls don't have your style
Those deep brown eyes, I haven't seen in a while
I
to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her
to Burger King to attack it like a Shaolin
I never pay for shit that I can get by doing dirt
Linger to the girl cashier and start to flirt
All up in her
black and brown bloodshed
And get this bread, lay these crackers down in a mudbed
Like Spud Webb I go to war with the giants
Cause they just pawns in
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