Lyrics:
my cousin walk her down
Courtney, Fat Slim, Sweet Pea and I got some straight up out the South
Be on gangsta shit, from my family tree just lookin'
on it
We had it made on it
We were born and raised on it
Car wash at the custom tent
Sticky quarters and pine tree scent
The only sign that we ever
roots, no tree, no family, no me
[Maxi Jazz]
Our first fuck was more planning than luck
I had a deep understanding of what makes you (hot)
I did my
and jack 'em (jack 'em)
Call the coroner to come out and wrap 'em
Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see
That ain't no fuckin' with the Bun
time alone with you
Now throw a log on the fire
Then we could trim the tree
How much fun it would be
To take a walk in the snow
As you're holding
on it
We had it made on it
We were born and raised on it
Car wash at the custom tent
Sticky quarters and pine tree scent
The only sign that we ever
Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
plays feel like Ed Reed
Do ya got pack baby just a g
Respect always go where it need to be
Stay wit tree and I don't pop beans
Walk down on sum wit a ski
Home fer the winter with his family,
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree,
Bein' the father he wanted to be,
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
ain't toss in five
I got nothing but that potent tree
Smell it on me
When I step on the scene
That's why ya shorty
Wanna roll with me
Bring her
Flo-Rida's up next, Got Black Eyed Peas on my playlist
Busta Rhymes "Break Ya Neck" DAMN...
Rick Ross Til im paid man, 50 Cent with the flex
Won't
catching a Breeze
Slide to Negril to chill at Rick's
And eat red snapper over rice And peas souljah solid yes indeed
Rizzla filled with natural tree
Souljah
nigga telling you and that pea in ya pod
(That go for both of y'all)
A team full of bench riders
Bunch of niggas that mix a mimosa with cider
I been
I'm on a boat
I'm counting gaup
I'm smoking tree
I'm livin life lil bitch
I'm livin life lil bitch
I'm livin life lil bitch
Yeah yeah
I'm livin life lil
tonight,
Got a simple remedy to make you feel alright.
Climb a tree,
Pick a lime,
Hit the tap,
Collect the slime.
It's just a matter of time,
It's just
canes
Christmas cards and choo choo trains
Spending time with family
Presents underneath the tree
There's one for you and two for me
What could it be
Paul Klee Fig Tree Tapestry
I want a Paul Klee fig tree tapestry
To hang on the back door of my study
To help me work for my degree
But of this I
reminisce, ma we met up saw the big tree
The glow of lights was with my old fiancée, that I'll skip see
Those giant Christmas balls, the city looked flawless
shall the wedding supper be, uh, huh?
Where shall the wedding supper be?
Way down yonder in the hollow tree
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Where shall
the drive again
To make the South revive again, Mame
You've brought the cakewalk back into style, Mame
You make the weeping willow tree smile, Mame
Your
mint julep a kick, Mame
You make the old magnolia tree blossom at the mention of your name.
You've made us feel alive again, you've given us the drive
talk, you a deer, starting chasing him
He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear
I'm a kill you nigga, you gonna have to come down
Little did he know
tree houses Back Yardigan (Gang)
She was suckin' cock in the yard again (Gang)
Walk that bitch through, the dog bark again
(Err, err)
Walk that bitch
under their
Nice Christmas tree
See me having the same dead
Christmas year for years
Sell it- If you see my tree, fam
Sell it- I don't even bring it
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