Lyrics:
The taste of your kiss
Is like July Georgia peaches
Your skin's been bronzed
By those Alabama beaches
You say Tennessee whiskey
Always gets you in
it is
It might be if we buss in them
We'll have some cute kids
And white girls love to fuck
By the pool
And I'm with some white boys
That'll shoot up
girl
Pull her by the ponytail and
Giver her that uh
And if it ain't hot it ain't hood
I say it how I want it
And I wish a nigga would
Boy you make me
ring
A bungalow by the sea
(Boy)You're really naive to ever believe a full of baloney phoney like me
(Girl) Say! How about the time you went
Lickin everything I give her
This girl came on mission
I admit it
Yea yea I admit it
Sandlot short stop
Rock never missin
Scotty never small
Comin up big
I
to my table, racks on racks to my naval
Got all the girls wanna rock the young boy like a cradle, well!
Girl back it up
Girl back it up
Girl back it up
Girls, this one for that special boy, you already know who it is
Ooooh he make ya heart go flutter like no other
Got you feeling butterflies in ya
Someone's son always dies
No one shakes his hand
He don't understand
[Chorus]
This is the history of the world
Of every boy and every girl
Who don't
There's a Tennessee two lane sky
Shakes the Broadway bars at night
Makes you wanna get a little too close
To her Cali girl watchin' windshield
To spend some time with my little sweet thing
Call up all your girls, I'll call the free fam
We'll light up by the fire, I'll be playing my guitar
taught me anything, it's that
A vacant sort of resignation
Settles in my chest
I watch some girls giggling
Their arms linked
Many of the boys are slapping
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
gyal let's party
You don't need to know nobody girl
Just shake that waist and body girl that body girl
Let's party
Bad ting let's party
You don't need
fine boy I be fine bobo
If I handle you by chance o
You go gbadun me like that o that o
Oh oh
Balance it up (Oh oh aye aye)
Baby shake for the boy (Oh
Mic check one two one two
It's the reality and it's whole totality
This your boy Slim Dog backed up by Dukki Boi
We are the Crescent City Boys
laundry
Really split a muhfucka wig into some cottage cheese
If that's how it gotta be
That's how it gotta be
Could tell if you real or you fake
Boy I could
WATCHIN YOU ,YOU WATCHIN ME/
I COULD TELL BY YOUR EYES THAT YOU JOCKIN ME,/
YOUR BODY LOOKS LIKE A MODEL OUT A MAGAZINE/
NOW LET ME SEE YOU SHAKE IT FAST DO
Baby goes down, baby goes down low
Pop star go powder your nose
I'll take you to an Alabama carnival
You want a tough white boy
Well I got dick like
DVSTY
Now they see me climb and they want a free ride
Time after time Imma point out ya lies
Like the Alabama shakes I still roll With the tide -damn
the baggage here for, huh
Lead by example where's your stuff
Dogs in the house big boy go ruff
Pickin' my phone up, what's your numba' (What's your numba')
I
shake it, baby
To the sunlight
Now bounce for me, baby; bounce-bounce for me, baby
To the moonight
Yo, I love the way that you do me, girl
There's
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
thick thighs
Tell me if ya down tonight
You and me and tonight
Girl what do ya say?
I gotta have it you's a sexy thing
The way you pop it, shake it
Young girls poppin' cock out in Alabama ('bama!)
I seen it all from the pimps and the tricks (tricks!)
The real live boys, opening the pussy stores
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