Lyrics:
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
like, like)
Don't be mad, let her get hers
Don't be mad, let her get hers
She make her own luck
She don't give a fuck
She trying to have fun
Take
vicinity
Back to my man Big Ill, he got the remedy
For the
If you don't want her don't waste her time
(Looked her up and down, said, ?Hmm I'll take
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said, she said
Ain't it funny how rumors spread?
Like I know somethin' y'all don't
I ever seen only really showed me who my partners is
Take her somewhere where she cannot be reached
Have her father like damn where my daughter is
You
sawmill and said with an evil laugh,
"If you don't give me the deed to your ranch
I'll saw you all in half!"
And then he grabbed her (and then)
He tied her
I ain't givin' you shit unless you suckin' all of us
She went upstairs and gave my lil' homie some pussy
The lil' nigga fucked around and got sprung
(let's go)
Knicks got, umm, who?
The Knicks got, umm, man, I don't know the niggas' names
Clippers got Kawhi Leonard, Paul George
Westbrook in Houston,
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
WET SPOT
NOW I GOT HER OPEN NO MS. JONES SCOPIN'
TIME FOR POKIN' AND I KNOW
I DON'T REALLY WANT HER THIS WAY
BUT MS. JONES KEPT HER FROM MY CLUTCHES
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said, she said
Ain't it funny how rumors spread
Like I know something y'all don't know
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
As long as I understand
I'd go on without her
But everyday
I feel like a puppy
When I get time to play
I've got a brand new Jones
And nobody even knows
(That's right)
Go on, drop a dub, she's a dime (she a dime)
I don't give a damn 'bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what's her size
I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
peeped, she came by to let me hammer her
She's looking right, damn, I should've hid the camera
She hit me off but, yo, it's my word
She got dropped by
tell 'em no
Shop at Melrose, I'm on the West Coast
Bitch say I look better when she got up close
All type of shit come with this life
You don't know
a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx
Mr. Foxx, Ladies
(Remix)
I love her 'cause she got her own
She
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,
in blue
And all this small town he said she said
It ain't as funny how rumors spread
Like I know somethin' y'all don't know
Man this shit is gettin'
on your coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western
TO DRINK HER OFF MY MIND
JUST DOING MY TIME ‘TIL I’M DEAD AND GONE
WITH SOME SINGLE BARREL AND A GEORGE JONES SONG
THIS DRINK IN MY HAND'S GOT ME IN ITS
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