Lyrics:
had to get you in my bed
So the weeks roll by and what do you know
We hang one night and shit goes down
But she promised she wasn't a hoe
Da na nothing
"Gas Station Chicken"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES
Well, I walk right in and set down
By
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
lips urned the infamous kiss
She took me by the hand
In a wink of your eye she ascends to the sky
She unveiled my talisman I'm the
Witch finder
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
sister wanna date
Don't hate, motherfucker
She know I was born to ride
Switches on that black truck
Hittin' side to side
Sideways swerving (yeah) , gas
the lamp on
'Cause this album pack enough evil
That you can't fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this
I go from AP to JC inside of fucking week
the noise got too much
To everybody at *** to saggy sags, Godwin tom, DJ musik, wizkid, slim tee
Adonis everybody i want to tell you thank you for being by my
color yet they're turning red from the blood shed by their fellow brothers
I see my sisters struggle for assistance from their fellow sisters and get
make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
turns to night
She left without a word and wondered inside
How many day's must I still wonder why
And see her face in every passer by
We could live
Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
Then
The meek are the ones who'll carry this weight and inherit all you do
Where do we go in the meantime? When all of our love's by the wayside
Turning my cheek
He ain't B.I.G. and I ain't 'Pac we just eatin' off rap
One love
[Chorus]
[Just Blaze]
It ain't over, Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
whip drive by
It's Diaz up on it again, oh my
'Nother new album that's no lie
Thought that was it? I ain't never say bye
You do what tell you you don't
didn't go that way. I might be way off track
Can't make an album about my life without my sisters bein part of the light
There were sometimes that we would
.jpg/300px-Sister_Hazel_(2174716298).jpg "Sister Hazel")
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