Lyrics:
gun
Hot one done pop one scrub not one
Wanna ride shotgun wanna shoot shot guns
And I got hot ones
But I wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick wit
she like
Comb in your hair behind the microphone
I just thought you was a down ass bitch from the start
Turn out you was a clown ass chick who broke my
Surefoot Sonia steals the stage
Says she's a mucked-up freaked-out chick
Tugs at another tucked-in fold
From the file of forgotten myths
She'll
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami.
of the Dixie Chicks
C'mon baby, let er rip!
Here's a love song in denim
For the co-ow-boy in you
A love song in denim
Yippee cay-ay-o
I'd like to spend the day
got you
Coughing off the joint
Chicks getting emotions getting open
Off the dick i'm blowing in the whip and
Like sui stacks on me
Half a brick
this chick back
I can't play around I can't allow a huge distraction but right now I'm so distracted by her
her eyelashes batting
I start to give in
She
at the party, hands up in the air but still she sexy when she shake her body
That type of chick that says "hey girl, let's go to the after party"
After that we
Pac
Biggie
Even the Dixie chicks
Self conscious
Even more pressure being black an
That's why they scared thought
They could steal the land
Claim
to get home
But the cup got me waking up by you
Yeah
Black truck follow black truck left some models in the cold
Kept it in the dark too long I don't even
get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in cast from head to toe
This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they
never fix the cats and chicks who get their kicks from whistling Dixie, good Lord!
Or diminish the dominion of personal opinion, no!
Don't wanna feed
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old
in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For
Slims
Cancer stick, she no good for me, bitch make me sick
No, I’m not the one, I’m not the trick
I need a sister soldier, not a Dixie chick
No dairy
talking bout No Doubt
I can't think of shit to do
My brain is on a fucking drought
If you're in my yard
You get splat by my sawed off
Talking bout it's just
while I'm throwing all this shade
Alone in my room, I be sipping Chardonnay
Hard to say, you ain't here, drinking on the hottest day
Summer solstice, my
I'm gonna tap a few chicks
I'm gonna have a new hit
Gonna crash a few whips
Down in Massachusetts
Its some magic music
There gon have to do flips
I
Energy is big my presence like an elephant
In the room with a goddess feel as if she's heaven sent
Hypnotized by my words now she out her element
She hurting her jaw
Cuz the lil chick was slobbing
I got her in awe
She said my D was Awesome
All of this glist on my wrist
Was all just a wish
say
She'll ride for a nigga, she a down a** chick
Run them otha' chicks to the exit quick
Let them niggas hate
They gon' hate but them niggas can't tell
asked you on a date?
I know a place me and you girl can get away
My z tryna talk to me forget what they say
She'll ride for
She a down chick
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