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Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
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You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'
But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing
A two-minute brother, girls, I stress
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
Ima swing by and pick up ya' hoe
Heart full of hate wear the hate on my arm
I'm from a place where you can't make it far
Don't need no bar to make top
effort's paying off, go get it by any means
I don't pay no hate attention, I don't feel like there's a need
Especially if they ain't hot as me
Now take it
Grab my bag
Double check my jacket pockets
For belongings
Like my card
Oh it's in the car
Yes
Got 2 minutes till they start
The lift is in the parking
If I'm two minutes late then I have a panic attack
So I'm eternally early I wait by myself in the back
I look around, thinkin' everyone hates me
But
Seem like I can’t get enough. We bring in dem Digits to feed our dependents it have been a minute since I was down bad why u think ima grind till
Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?
You better OD until you DOA
In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on
The next shit that we own and we don't
I’ma drop down when the sun go
Send the location, 5 minutes, baby, don’t go
‘Tamos en el centro del rondo
Pero controlando como Xavi con mi combo,
We giving you fuck boys
Five minutes to get the hell up out the club
(Five minutes, bitch) david Banner
BME Click big Face (Big Face)
Big Face,
(Sensei, I hate you)
(They gon' fuck with this one, Will)
Bee, gang, gang, gang
These niggas keep stealin' the swag, it's gettin' ridiculous
I ball
WhyBmiti
How’s the weather outside, I don’t know
Haven’t been there in a minute, my eyes been closed (yeah, my eyes been closed)
I been living
of reckoning
We make it so that when the album drop
You cop nuff respect again
[Chorus] 2x
And now you want it like every five minutes
You recognize
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
I’ll be number one fore I die.
*VERSE ONE*
Unh
Everybody dies
And I don’t even really know why
All I know is still he gon’ grind
Every minute goin’ by
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute
Jealousy the reason they hate
Be Removing the people who fake
I can't tell who's the real it's too late
Bitch I'm two faced I don't know who to follow
I
Verse 2
Always talk about my clock but you never flew into a time difference
Been said i was a architect now they saying this ain't by design is it
Use
cowboy's fourty-four
When the smoke clears there'll be a new brand on his eyes
This is my cowboy's last ride
Oh I hate to see him go but I won't be
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
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