Lyrics:
motherfuckers necks
Do it to 'em daddy, do it to 'em
As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin' low
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Hard top
that, in this country town
The facts are black and white when she threw her arms around me
I went ......... crazy
We danced the hoochie-coochie,
People, why we so cold
People, why we can't evolve
People, why we no love
People, we're all so fucked
People, why we so low
People, hard to control
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
Beer
Just the thing to get you grinning ear to ear
Whether you're from the country or a big ol' city
One thing's for sure, everybody loves Titty's
Bentley like it's a go-cart
My girl can't be average
You know she top class (yeah)
She told me she got me, so, yeah, I got her
(yeah)
Lookin' in your eyes
I live my life on standby
I can leave you alone
'Cause we're born with a dollar sign attached to our temple
Life is a dish served cold most times
outta dat freezer, Henny on cold, cold, yeah
Already den got all my features, Really don't won't more, yeah
Fuck it
Cuz i can Do it by myself, like WHOA
my eyes
As I sit on this bench made of cold-hearted wood
And the splinters go deep in my thighs
And the towel boy snickers as he walks by
for my private affairs
Yeah, I know that water get cold
But I dive in it bare and swim through it
Alive and aware I been through it
You probably never
is
Why I'm talkin' like this
But I'm still a kid
Because I grew up on that shit
Everybody can shoot, but not by they momma or crib
They don't know
cold water or I'm ridin' around
Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In
Nothing left that they
Could ever tell me
I'm blasting off
And I'm landing
Where they can never
Tempt me
I'm Southside with a squad
They make me
but Ion give a fuck (Yeah)
Told her get whatever can't believe she said a Bentley Truck
Thuggin in my section
You lil peons can't even sit wit us (Nah)
country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country"
Excuse me
Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars
All my niggas is
so scared to Face the hatred
Lost in societies ways can’t find Where my place is
Living the path of Neo mind is in
The matrix
To long we been tryna
to the core, a stone cold country girl at heart. That’s what your gettin’ when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.
Verse 2:
Well if you think you
ONEHANDBANDIT
I’ll be in the top 3, that’s the winners circle damnit
Single handedly handed a man his ass in a Chevy can’t stand assholes from the city that
motherfuckin' paper till I
D.I.E
She want Bossa Nova, but I ain't fuckin', she get Taco Peak
Cold-ass world, I can't leave the crib without my heat
Caught lil
solid
Bitch I’m cold with the lyrics so it’s clear why they envy
And I’m pulling up in dodges gaf bout a Bentley
Hit up Craig for that led , I ain’t
currency in the air if you trust me
Drop top cedes yeah we cruising through the country
Know that you love me by the way that you touch me
Toss you scarf
'bout
Straight out the slaughterhouse, straight out the dragon's mouth
Fire you can't put out
Tires are standin' out
The coupe look pigeon-toed
I
Fresh water when I walk on by
Shawty text me at night, when I'm on her mind
But I can't stress, she want my best, yeah
Want me at my highest, fuck
[Chorus:]
Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Looking through the windows of my soul
I see, the true fan now I know (I know, I
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