Lyrics:
get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your ?
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cause niggaz in these streets
make sure
With these few words
This is how you lose her
Ready For The Blues
January got the best of me
My fugitive heart inside my coat
The nights are
shelf
Oh, darling baby
stop your crying
these boots are made for flying
and that's what I'll do
I'll fly away from you!
My heart beats by the tick
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
that hungry anyhow.
These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue...
The person that I owe 'em to worked very, very cheap...
changed it up thanks to this one teacher
He was a mentor and the man that these comments speak Of
So thank you, for always giving me a chance...
Last
he reach, I'ma teach
He got shot faster
Slammed a pussy nigga on a
Boat for a Yachtmaster
Blew him out his boots
Then we came for his socks after
Bitch
hoping for some mistletoe, oh
You can take these presents, underneath my tree
You can take this awesome scarf my grandma made for me
You can take
as a thug but you say you are
These ho's be walkin' round broke, thinkin' they superstars
Them things they get in cars, awnaw
Never been here before
But if
bitch crash his car.
Soul flew out his body.
Tryna spin the block on these niggas,
Catch a double homi.
Two bands stuffed in my jeans,
Walkin' through
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
'n we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits
'n beattle boots
'n a sign on the back of the car
'n
know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down
by my name
Welcome to Nashville - man these guys are serious
Welcome to Nashville - I've got a friend who's got a friend
Welcome to Nashville -
out the window
And the dogs are walkin out the front door
And the popo outchea sellin' good dope
But it's probably a weird Saturday
I be dressed like
bitchin', nigga, you don't know me
Fuck the Stinc Team
For real
Bought her a pink Gucci lace, she don't know how to act
My lil' niggas made a song, they don't
popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Slickers, folks from the country, Freedom Fighters
And you can't stop it
These boots are, boots are, boots are made for combat
And you tried to lock us out,
the walk!
Walk it!
Are ya, are ya, are ya ready boots?
Start walkin'
Scuse me, but I'm new in town
I was wonderin' if I could get directions to your
You can't fuck with us in the group
I been a little off kilter
Spittin' these raps with no filter
These hearses all float, my verses are dope
And I'm
blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only
askin' why I don't leave her alone
Treat dick like a pickle
Leave a nigga with no shit, like he had caught the sickle
I'm R.B. for a hoe by the tooth
My
' round sayin' I am him
Can not lose myself walkin' round sayin' I am me
I wish all of these niggas understood their capabilities
Times are gettin' hard,
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