Lyrics:
bone, it's sunny in my overcast
Jumped behind her with no hesitation
By the size of my pants she could sense my desperation
[Hook]
Bad Chick Alert! Bad,
wit a white bitch look like she sing with the Dixie Chicks
Bitch I'm pourin up that drank (drank)
And I'm rollin up the stank (gas)
Heard that Malcolm
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
when I bring it home yeah i
I just need a chick to vibe with me
I just need a chick yeah
Together we gone make this money long yeah
I just need a chick
in New Orleans
Oh-de lay-ee
I've been east, and way out west
Been around most everywhere
Now I'm headed south for a good long rest
I'll be glad when
around,
When my mains movin' like a clown,
Ya see, 1 chick aint enough,
Doe my Main chick bad AF,
And I love having you around,
When my mains movin' like
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't
"You've got a good sound
but I think I can help you get it around." well you
Take that silver
Throw it on the ground
You should have heard better by now
where the black oil flows,
That's where I long to be.
The Dixie-land, where the white cotton grows
Is calling now to me.
And soon I'll be in
You've been sipping that wine on your back porch
All by yourself for way too long
You've been putting off getting out, shaking it off
And thinking
outside by themselves
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way twenty-four: feed them some cat food
One
having fun, running around the whole city
If you have a problem, then I'll drag you down, six feet
But now I'm long, long, long, long gone, yeah, just miss
down on the dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's all right, that's ok by me
'Cause that's the way that it was supposed to be
need a man like me in town
I pick cotton down on the Dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's alright, that's OK by me
'Cause
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the only way to go
I can tell by the way that you moving you want it
We overseas, but I still pull up in a foreign
Body supreme, I love the way that you be
and blast it on a chick with D cups, ah
Money never sleeps, money never dies
If I ain't getting money, then I ain't getting by
If I ain't getting paid,
Is it the salt in the air, or the Dixie in my cup
The sun-bleached skin everywhere
Heading south for the heat, and some time with that girl
She'smy
haters
Or rat niggas they come around and I bust
'em in they cat kissers ya understand?
Now I done warned you not to battle me
I leave more casualties
on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick
than just some friends
But by the time I looked up
You was gone With anotha man
Damn
True love is hard to find
Need a ride or die chick
Sittin by my
cheers
And chanting I started panicking and shitting bricks
Next thing you know I was getting raped by all three Dixie Chicks
After they were done their
on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I'm off that playa shit
I need a chick
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
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