Lyrics:
her nose
& said "Could ya put some Luke Bryan on?"
If you turn down my Jones
I'll take your ass back home
I don't like pop country
I just can't sing
other one just bluffin'
(What's up, what's up)
Ryan Stone looking ass, Luke Bryan lookalike
I'm hangin' out with crazy honkey's
Who ride flat black
right by
I keep calling out your name but you just walk pass by like I was not alive
I sent some letters to your door thinkin'
You would write me back
Like Bryan O'connor
Your Bitch Calling
Didn't even give her my number
She sucked that bitch like my dick was a cucumber
Need my money now cause we ain't
mean, like, Soul, assist him
Get him help, I'm sendin' this nigga out the Solar System
I mean it's simple, Aretha Franklin, you a soul sister
(That
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
(Deathstar!) (x8)
And you know that we got it (Deathstar!) (fades)
Luke get your ass over here right now
Stop monkeying around with that damn landspeeder
Where
shot him and his bitch as the same time that's a 69
Or hang they ass by a rope they life a literally be on a line
Doing fine by time free my uncle out
that everybody ain't
But if it's one thing I know that I know, I know nothing at all
You don't pick up when I call
I'll make it up by tomorrow
You
But wouldn't take the word in slow
Lost the context that I heard before
Wouldn't meditate on the word I just go
Forget a commentary I got to save souls
your thinking
Before you get sinking
Gotta get out that shit that's why I couldn't stop drinking
Still produce bars top level like a kin pin
Knew I'd
Bryan:
I can figure it out in my head
Nearly time that we put this to bed
It feels like its over
I'm tired and a mess
You forgive me for my big
with six rulers
Hold up, Chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
But I knock that boot if you out to get koofed
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not
couldn't measure my dick with six rulers
Hold up, Chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
But I knock that boot if you out to get koofed
I don't wanna be
couldn't measure my dick with six rulers
Hold up, Chula, I'm all about gettin' loot
But I knock that boot if you out to get koofed
I don't wanna be
play
King James mentality, like
"Fuck what coach Luke say"
That's luke warm, can't switch up
Like I'm R kel, new form
I'm too consistent, never
[Chorus x2]
Face down ass up! that's the way we like to fuck!
(repeated by the rest of the crew)
I'm lookin' for a bitch to spend the night
Pouring out your glass, but that shits Luke warm
Cutting off the fakes, like Luke's arm
Like a fetus I'm developing in stages
Pouring out my heart onto
turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell
turn out like Ike
Until Vanessa Del Rio like over Bryan McKnight
Said OH NO, babydoll kissin me as she goin down low
Peepin that demo oh +I+ can tell
of random objects
Watch out
Used to be a looker, caught low blood sugar
Not him when he's hungry
Take a big bite of that snickers
If I could take a guess, I'd
Cause I'm talking all that smack
Hangin out with my boys
Riding round with Jack and Zach
Growing up like Baby Yoda
Dr Pepper is my soda
Shooting threes
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
fast, I can't control it
I'm fishtailin' leavin' Javier's, I should've chauffeured
Choppin' it up with Bryan 'bout real-estate by the ocean
A seamoss
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