Lyrics:
that ol' eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
it like a man
And make you understand, Amanda
I love you
And I feel like today's the day
I'm lookin' for the words to say
Do you want to be
put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So
I was smokin doing drugs n
I would drink and think I loved It
But the devils smilin lookin at me
I would sit there by the hour
Wonder why my life was
skeez-in, cause you broke)
So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
Cause cords of scores of hoes be
you ain't here alone
You by yourself I see
Well, I major in anatomy, mmm
I need a chef ass bitch with that recipe
To come and whip something up for
playin you out like Beta
I'm, watchin you, front
Flaunt your puss-head lookin just like bark
This is just a verbal whippin
for all you who don't fall, but
be at
And I don't ever wear a suit and tie
Wonderin' if I could sneak out the back
Nobody's even lookin' me in my eyes
Can you take my hand?
and mash.
How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boys.
Watch for them plots and deploys, envoys, scopin
Like a dope fiend, when I'm smoked in
Pray I join The Mob
Even better: hope The Mob join me
You might see a nigga on TV
Smilin' through a life emergency
Paid to be a fake for agreement's sake
Got the damn top drop
Got the Got the damn top drop, top drop, top drop
For you jackers that's hatin'
Run up try to rob yeah bitch I'm a be waitin'
and your lookin' Ice Cream this summer
Better than Beyonce, Halle Berry and them
Honey, you lookin' scrumptous, I ain't worried 'bout them
You my straight
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
gets
I'm not lookin' for a turn around temple on the rumble strip
Waxahachie, are you still on 35?
Are you still an all-night drive from Louisiana?
groupies it's a party you gotta move your body more often
Walk in soft lookin lost you'll gets tossed in
So leave home the jackets and Tim boots
Cause all I
the fuckin' store hittin'
I signed my deal
But you'll still get your door kicked in
I'm in the Porsche, twin turbos
The doors lifted
Tryna hook up, so for cook
wanna hear a sound
Look around
At what I do for you
I be lookin out
Cuz I’m different than the usual
Ya circus full of clowns
We ridin round
you ever laid eyes on
Then a man of low degree stood by her side
And promised her he'd take her for his bride
Delta Dawn what's that flower you
lookin' for a sign
My only friends have been online
And as I close my eyes
I tell myself I'm fine
And I don't wanna cry
But now it's hard to breathe
You treat me like a stranger, and I can understand,
'Cause you're a lonely woman, and I'm a travelin' man, well.
Lookin' through the window, I saw
I DON’T MIND
Lookin for somebody that’s single for the night
We don’t need nobody, just you by my side
Cuz you got that body it brings me to life
state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I
and come at me
If you think that I'm being greedy for having a dream of gettin' a crib for me and my family so be it
I'm just an independent artist that's
For It... ima make them Pay For It... ima make them
You don’t like me I could see it in yo eyes
Lookin all up on my plate and tryin to feed a niggas
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