Lyrics:
Yuh, ay
Yuh, yung weedy on the track, ay
Yuh, ay
Yung weedy on the track
I got big gals on my back
I been doing loads of crack
(i been doing loads
A Million By December
Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)
Pushing That
Jeezy The Snowman
Thru The Cold Winters
Product Of My Environment
Pots
Chasing paper riding off high above the sunset
See you later maybe not our roads still haven't crossed yet
I'm no waiter on the clock if I'm not
Oh, you did it to me once again my friend
I swear you do it to me everytime
Cause you stay crazy on my mind
Yo you got it goin on (say word),
of crazy waiters ? they go drifting by.
Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee.
Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play.
Lame
it's ketamine
Serving all the sketchy fiends
Buying all my niggas dreams
White niggas white niggas white niggas
I got white I got white I got
I got Jack
T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places close to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
Jam rockin's how I got
daddy got a problem, we can hit the grass mayne
An asshole by nature, livin' in the fast lane
Stay rilla fo' reala, fuck with me and that's yo' ass
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
die on this hill
You little nigga's two figures shy of my deal
Someone slide me the bill (okay, I got it)
What my eyes don't see, the Messiah reveals
and well I got down on my luck
And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin'
Around, so I started thumbin' my way
Back to my old hometown
You know I made
a supporter not a waiter
Now I'm online so they know I got data
Imma grind now and still grind later
Just with a bit more paper
Balling like a laker
I was
you heard 'em
Got shots on the counter, my words yeah I slurred them
I'm drownin' my sorrows in whiskey and bourbon
It be like the nursery rhyme with
swilling chicks at all the clubs
But I take them out after the show all scrambled up
They're all impressed…think i'm a star…i know the waiters by name
But in
I'm never really by myself
As I tell you in this song
I've got three partners with me
And they never grow old
Anywhere I go
My guitar, my whiskey
And by God you're gonna crawl
Bad, bad whiskey
Please don't take my happy home
Bad, bad whiskey
Please don't take my happy home
was great I’m just getting greater
I had a shot I took it now never later
Surrounded by so much ice now my crew skaters
Road running hoes coming I did
snowing
Yea I know
Had to get two brand new trap spots just to float it
Yea I know
Got sum children is this game, more bitches showin'
Yea I know
Listen, My
cnd last night I got boo'd by my third set
But, I guess I'm sorta good at Wordpress
I got a website I haven't even launched yet
cnd some fans that say
Whiskey can't sing and whiskey can't write
If it could I'd be singin' my song on some big ole stage tonight
I had it all but I lost everything
Here I
its time to party and the dance floor is packed
It's ladies night tonight y'all, 2 steppin front to back
The DJ's playing Mel Waiters, and Mr. David too
some feelings she tell me that it's alright
Can't leave my brothers they with her right by my side
She got a nigga but she tell me that I'm cool
I fuck
the dick like a steak, so guess what I gave her
Straight meat, no dish, I'm a fucking waiter
Say she need to know now, I'm not a fucking waiter
You ain't got
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