Lyrics:
(so sweet)
You're my fantasy
Sweet fantasy
Sweet, sweet fantasy
Images of rapture
Creep into me slowly
As you're goin' to my head (I like that)
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
really think they're stealin' from us like a sample song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home
The hurricane come and took my
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew
I decided I would write a country song
I'm an old rock 'n' roller, what could go wrong
My Nashville friend said let me see what you got
I said, is it
the country
Where they won't play grime
In there, grime's banned
Grime's alive
As long as I am
Mic in my right hand
No mic stand
Write like stan
Till my
so what?
I'm like, bitch, kick rocks, go and hit the hoe bus
Kick rocks in the scat, yeah, we doin' donuts
We gon' wipe your nose, you can see it on my
'till the day I die,
C-O-U-N-T-R-Y
My baby looks hot in her high heel shoes,
She looks even cooler in her cowboy boots.
She can dance to the music, all
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
hunt like a junkie
My way would Marion Berry the country
I see my ppl as politicians
Rolling up skunk .. I'm getting funky
I think that my dawgs know
ever find
Who's like this yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Like this yeah yeah yeah
I'm special and one of a kind
You'll never find someone with my kinda mind
feeling love sick, I think I had the flu I was feeling brazy nigga
I had to change my mood, I was having thoughts tho I never understood
Days went by she
Phone a friend, my origin was lonely man
I made music to heal it, was my only chance
Flex for Christmas the Bikko boys spent New Year's in France
I hit
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
welcomed with open arms when I knock
So wicked with tracks I drop
Stay bubblin' hard like my pops
Was once lost
But found now thanks to power of Jah
Yes I
do it to you
Who is you? Answer the question
Ringing bells like dancing with
These sounds you’re hearing
When I’m doing my flow I’m
Not thinking about
for the top
They can't stand it rather see me doing country or rock but fuck that
United we stand divided we fall
I'm at my breaking point now back
feeling
I should've been a dentist
I should've been a blizzard-cold
Flash, pose, flash, pose
A critic paparazzi got me on my toes
I wanna jump on him
Like
But baby here's the deal
Don't touch my radio no
I like my boys like I like my music
Down home and country
That's how I knew that you'd be the most fun
I rock
Feel like D.J. I pop
Spent a milli on the socks
Got a kilo on the bed
I know I do my thing
Got da diamonds in my head
I need a diamond on my
Honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless
I came to earth's surface
to the music for the vocals
I prefer Phil Collins solo, 'cause its the only thing that calms me down after I murder someone
The Oscars failed us by not saving
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