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ohh baby imma cum
I don't fuck with that pussy boy he's a super dumb
My eyes red my nose loud
Ohhhhhh...
Money by my own and my pistol roar
Hit you like

I tried last night
To get you off my mind
But my thoughts have been consumed
By endless nights spent under starry skies
Where I said I loved you too

Cannonball bastards running up the plates catches is ay
Playing a game of golf or baseball coming in with a basket yea
Tactics after mathematics bumping up

ohh baby imma cum
I don't fuck with that pussy boy he's a super dumb
My eyes red my nose loud
Ohhhhhh...
Money by my own and my pistol roar
Hit you like

on my waist
Tripping I'll leave that boy shoe by his face
Different my cadence is smoother it's great
Nigga be floating like who in the lake
Stripes like

bucks for this?
You've been standing at your standing desk
All week feeling pissed
You put your hands together at the end
Of a song with a golf clap
I've

Im on my high horse
I need a crib on the hill
With a golf course
Cambodian baddie
That pussy to die for
She lick on the top of the head
Like a high

When I look through the radio
When you came home by the hill
Still the path way side the steel
The sun in my eyes
And the music playing loud
You

the laws
Like lamelo i just wanted to ball
We wouldn't speak if i neva had called
Im going in ima give it my all
Too the top ian never played golf
Kickstand

take yo panties off
Hit him with a stick bout my green, thought we playin' golf
Been stabbin' off a lot, I think i need sum new tires
I found a bad bitch

heart back where it used to lie

I'm a fraud to the game, call me Mike fucking Ross

Snatched outta golf by a nigga wearing Golf 

Now I wreck it Ralph,

byt 

Dit ruk skoon die golf se venster uit


Bara boem bam bamba, boom boom boom

Bara boem bam bamba, boom boom boom

Bara boem bam bamba, boom boom

Litters of sunscreen surround by bathing suits, that's comfort!
A wonderful sky full of sugar clouds.
Recycling bins along the seafront.
Nature has a reason

less
Pity the blank mind
Who bullies the blank page
Do you pity the hot sauce
While staring at the frank stain?
Pity the golf club,
Thrown result of damn

a text back laughing at this bitch Like I'm the joker son
Got these niggas mad say ima hoe We'll come in show me one
Top golf put a hole in one
Knock his

I’ve Had Many Friends – Words & Music by Desmond Allen  June 03, 2006

I’ve had many friends through the breadth of time; each one true and dear

had it all mapped out
And now you're playing by the rules No you never used to did you?
And it's none of my business I know No it's none of my business

JII but never the two
And nigga don't ever mistaken it
I'ma chill dude with nine iron not talk artillery
On golf course wit the mobb deep
We coming wit

fell where your great great great grandmothers would then build their golf club, but you can't remember that
In the beginning that fall didn't do any

swear my passion will never break

BPC Golf yeah I’m with the team aye
I’m with We$tside and man it’s a dream aye
Do it for the town do it for the fans

Still dark when the alarm makes it’s sound
Too cold for a morning round
Plus the golf game really stinks
But needed the excuse for some morning

mama never made me miss a trend 
grew up surrounded by old friends 
always smiling trying to hide my pain 
nothing made it go away go away
grew up in

of you

c pale horse on an eight-figure golf course
Or takin an art course during world war ii
c black dog on a radio kids' song
Pukin blood on the shell

keep a double clip double clip and they say hard work pays off by 32 I'm retired and playing golf playing golf catch me in the freshest polo cloth while