Lyrics:
Bitch I'm stunting by the way that I flex
I'm up next
So you know that you last to the best
Come round my squad then we end up wringing your neck
hard like the boys on the yard
Girls ‘round the world gettin' money
I got it out the mud with my hustle it was plenty long nights
If you tryin' you
A long trip in the ambulance
That's a long trip
A long trip in the ambulance
(Cascade to Bouldercrest, a long way)
That's a long trip
A long trip in
at Dixie's Chicks
With that red light
All men they drool at you, yeah
When you pass by
I know they want you now
But I don’t know why
I'm going home tonight,
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs a flowery mountains o'er the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall
you're gettin high.
That's your lesson in Texas 101.
(Oh, Let's pick it boys).
They got George Bush and Dixie Chicks.
Guess oil and water just don't mix.
woo)
Rap life, licence and invitation to act like I'm living the fast life
Long way away from relating to the far side
I was the dude they used
From the first time we met
You left a good impression
By the time you left
I could feel the good connection
Now everyday
We calling and texting
bang, I done came a long way from "you Can't Touch Me", nigga!
Yeah! I'm ridin', I am gon' die foolin'
Laws and rules don't apply to me!
[Chorus]
regret
[Chorus:]
The special love I had for you
My baby blue
All those days became so long
Did you really think I'd do you wrong
Dixie, when I
(A message)
And then my other chick got
Me on some other shit
Now I'm Hollywood 'cause it
The way I'm dressin'
It's crazy how life works, that's light
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
bih gone drip woah
When she drip I drip we drip woah
Po'ing up where da Dixie cup
Off tha bar thats a dismount
The way she drip got dis up
Progressive
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,
Happy birthday
Money real long and the weed lit (smell it)
All I really want is a freak chick
So jump in these drop top, make it pop lock
Cause G shit
the 5 percent
By my lonely fuck a homie I don't trust that shit
Can sense a lot snake shit
The way these nigga's moving
Hope my homies see the fake shit
with a nice vagina
And a long stick there's a nice big
Painting above her head expensive
You check another chick on all fours
Chilling next to another
Some day, I know I'm gonna meet the right chick
Some day, build my house brick by brick
Some day, I might be the rapper with the hits
Some day, lounging,
Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people always say
From New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where
sold to the woman
In the front row saddle we on the radio
Two-step to a new step, keep it on the line
Whiskey drinking with them dixie chicks
this for way too long
The pay too short, and the days to long
That's why I'm, acting a fool
Packing a tool back to the dude I was before
The black
Im buit different ha
I'm built different yeah
Ha ha
Live by die by Nigga
I'm on fire uh uh I'm on fire
Say I am in a room with a bitch and that hoe
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