Lyrics:
I'm the truth man I feel like a profit all these blues
Lining up in my pocket all this drip know them
Niggas gone copy to the top I took off like
no shorts
'cause we had worked together and he knew I was true blue
Man, I swore I would never go to VA again
Until I found out who killed my
learnt that 'by now
Heard she fuckin' with the opps (damn)
And she was just on they block with the same nigga you was tryna pop (what?)
Man, this shit
George on my blow shit
My boy's in a SVR, but he stole it
I flew past with my wap, told him hold it
Man keep talkin' my name, they keep trollin'
When
Write a little save-a-hoe speech all these fake-ass hoes
Fake punk-ass bitches
Do you know what i mean?
Fuckin'em up like this, man...
$hort
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
and you
I did me...feces one and two
I Linked wit jizz Jones over blu moons
Got Blessed with some fuego beats by lord doom
I never did mushrooms..y'all got
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
Set Me Free
I was born on a dusty backroad
Raised on skynard, Hank, some Willie, and Jones.
We scraped by just by the skin of our teeth
Where I'm
longt framme i en dal
Det e sommar og det e sol, og no e det festival
Du kan høyre Waylon, Willie, George Jones og Johnny Cash.
Longt inne i en fjord,
you see,
Times like these ---- gets Written into family Histories
Stacks of Records out in the Trash
George Jones
somethin's comin over me
I ain't gotta be ya man, just call me brother to the night
Cause I'm da blues in ya left thigh tryna become the funk in yo right
Beat
waste from the filthy war in Vietnam. And were persecuted and finally forced to seek refuge in another country. Wow. Sounds like a ballad to me, oh man
Let's put all our petty
Differences to the side, baby
We gon' be unstoppable together, dog
Stick together, we gon' be greater
Later, by Demun Jones
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
Diamond hands hodl hella bands
I invest money very often
Tip toe with this crypto
Feel like Jim Jones way I'm ballin
Big whale I make money moves
In
blues baby just like that
When I get back to my
Roots, boots, cowboy hats
Well I don't mind getting dressed to the nines sometimes
But you can tell by
Yeah
Yo
Yo
It’s been Four Hundred years
And it’s still whips and chains
Shackled down by man
But the freedom they scream
What rights?
When u always
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
So certified USDA brand dude from PA man
This UGK and I'm rockin my Ray-Bans mirror lens tinted up
Servin' these boys so place your orders out
a nigga black and blue
Like a pair of Pennys
While me and Betha, throw fiesta, by alma queta
Chicqueta, monero, nieta
Don't ever fuck around with
I miss you, man
I wanted to dance and you would have been up for it
The song to be decided by you
Is hell, in the end, as bad as they said?
Are you
and it's another round for the old man humming
to George Jones his friends are coming
to drink their unemployment down
on Friday night, American small town
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