Lyrics:
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up and Little Creek's level
Plow my
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
nail
Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out
Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out
It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth
Got
It's blown away
Oh my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah, it's up there in the sky
In that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is in the sky
suspend my knickers
Their whole style, it depends on knickers
Y'all wanna talk, wanna dance like knickers
Fuck a mule, I want the land, my nigga
Villa
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
When I was a boy I had a lot of fun
I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son
My mother she was a fisherman's wife
She was scrubbing floors most
coat, throw it in the corner
Don't see why ya don't stay a little longer
(spoken)
That's Tiny Roy
Hey
Sittin, in the window singin' to my love
Morning comes much too soon
I'm lying in a heap
My head is pounding, my body's aching
I want to go back to sleep
Don't tell me how to live my
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my
one
So bring your body
Have you screaming Jesus Christ
My sex is godly
This shit ain't no fun and games
It ain't a hobby
I'm just giving you the facts
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
rock
Threw it off my project roof, saw red dots
Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
You can have a good time with G.O.D
Shake that body, party that bod
a huge title to wear but one you got to bare
I aint telling no lies cause your body is
Tight
Love the way that you work it up
All night
Far from average
dibs
Had to get some money put some meat up on my ribs
Im just tryna eat like I haven't ate never
They say health is wealth so i gotta eat a lil
"Ugh"
Where is my mule and
Fourty eight acres? "aiy"
Abraham Linclon, dead and stinkin'
Use your brain black men start
Thinkin' "give it them"
I refuse
to me feel like wind blowing by a pool
One bih was carrying too much dope had to go find another mule
My bad I got off of subject
Fucc it
I’m not really
With the muthafuckin BM drop, 325
By the way, me and my crew, we real live
Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds
Niggas can't fuck around
should I do
Inject a little sniff of love but motherfuckers know it's cool
Roll another wicked primo, got my head up in the mules
They say that if they
the Mook punch
The last few months I've been
Plannin' this guy body
Cause bodyin' guys is my hobby
My body got a arm/leg/leg/arm/head
It's a God body i swear
I'm a pimp, but that don't mean I go around beatin' up no chicks
Bitch, I'm a dog for my brothers, I go all out on the law
By Allah, we had it snowin',
that my soldiers is ready
So cross my line if you want to
Just make sure you know where you headin'
I keep real ones in my section
It's only real ones in
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