Lyrics:
She do it on purpose
Tom Ford high heels
She love her Birkins
When she come around me
I get nervous
Straight vibes, lowkey
Closed curtains
Trust me I
Colt ford, tell 'em how we roll
Short skirts, chrome, and dirt
Long legs, pony kegs
Loving on a tailgate
Friday night, I can't wait
It's just some
handed sinner
On where the grave can't cry out
'Cause I done wrong down the river
With a hand on a colt
And a finger on the trigger
And long before
Get up everybody and sing
Everyone can see we're together
As we walk on by
(And) and we fly just like birds of a feather
I won't tell no lie
the son of the seventh son
I can't sit still when the night time comes
My spirit always on the run
I've done wrong everyone I loved
And I's livin' with
Sniper Gang, Kodak
'Cause I got it by myself
Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Free lil Cool man, free lil Tap Boy, yee
Why you,
As I was motivatin' over the hill
I saw Mabellene in a Coup de Ville
A Cadillac a-rollin' on the open road
Nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford
'll miss you.
My Name Is G can't you see It's really Graham you can't beat me
Holy fuck let's drop the puck. Pick you up in my ford truck. When I'm on my
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.
As I was
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28
Ford cars go by
Now on Saturday night the white folks danced and ol' Coot he'd pick and sing
He had an old RC bottle neck that he'd slide up and down
Right to the basics
Skrtin off in that 4 door make the choppa sing Justin Bieber
Why u cryin damn you always lying tears on ya face damn I can't believe
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
Maybelline, why can't you be true
Oh Maybelline, why can't you be true
You done started back doing the
Things you used to do
Well as I was
named "Colt" in my hand
I can't stop while I am running in place
Staying alive on this earth is part of the plan
The last letter I write to my mom
Saying
song will keep you beside me
Thinking your name as I sing
(Sing it back to me)
(Sing it back to me)
No, you can't help it if you have been
young (yeah)
Yesterday was so long ago (long ago), Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more
I
feelin' strange
I made it outta range but yo, my shit was just about the dough
Aiyo, niggas just can't have nuttin' ( Yo niggas just can't have nuttin)
still can't be wrong
I wanna choo choo on to the break of dawn
Just picture me rollin' when you hear this song
And by then I'll already be gone
I'm gonna
safe
Im feeling fine
My mood is swinging
Me at recess
Leaves are falling
Shifting seasons
From now on I go strictly
By divinchi
When im painting pieces
I'm not sure
If I'm entitled
To anything I feel
The only friends
That I can trust
Are my Ford's spinning wheels
One more curve maybe
It won't
a deal, bought myself out after two years, nigga
Fuck what you say
I be runnin' shit like Usain Bolt, ayy, what you sing, Colt?
You know that we do
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