Lyrics:
Gotta pour up R.I.P. to Pimp (Too much)
I don't know how many cups I'm sippin'
Tryin' to smoke one with Willie Nelson
Get so high that I'm moonwalkin'
I
a country nap, ima snore
Ima strong texan, abs on my core
Like im Willie Nelson im going on tour
She sexy Stallion, good christian girl but she a whore
[Chorus: x2]
Sheek Louch is a gangster, gangster
Jadakiss is a gangster, gangster
Styles P is a gangster, D-Block
Won't you come fuck with
thought I was a vandal
Too damn hot I'm like a candle
Getting turned on, jus by checking my bankroll
Bitch wanna fuck, I said, "What's my payroll?"
She
to door
With my grandmother's cookie jar.
I'm sellin' cookies, 12 for a dollar.
I ring the doorbell, nobody wants any.
I resort to goin' cheaper - 2
Sevalas
Tu sabes haciendo jales, movin' llaves
Order two tacos with the beans and nopales
dont blame us, just because I'm famous
And got my middle
Sevalas
Tu sabes haciendo jales, movin' llaves
Order two tacos with the beans and nopales
dont blame us, just because I'm famous
And got my middle
Crawford)
With history repeating itself again and again
(Bettie Jones, Anthony Hill, Christian Taylor, Tyre King)
Well it's almost like we haven't learned
They advised us to shut it down
Turns out the officers were Yorktown boys
I guess those guys never left town
We ended up getting Willie Nelson'd again,
and try to stop me
Wish you would I highly doubt it
Truck on Willie Nelson
Bitch so high you had to climb up out it
Kick that door and open up
Don't
Knocking out the wind, Mike Tyson to ribs
I’m off that Willie Nelson, Had a 2 propel me into oblivion
While reality was my sit in, Performances hardly heard
My dad had a stack of records mostly classic country stuff
Willie Nelson, Roger Miller, Waylon Merle and Buck
He’d mix himself a strong Jack
really fear us, they must of heard we really killers
We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry
polluted with drugs
Salute 'em with thugs
We used to
Sleep on a rug
A momma never said she loved
Or hugged us
It's just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too
old man, he played two
He played knick-knack on his shoe
With a knick-knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Knick knack
sergeant for a dream
I been drillin it
Chillin in the back
To the nines
Like willie nelson
I'm ill son
Whassa deal son
You lookin pale son
You need
some older friends
Rough patches in my marriage made me wanna chase these hoes again
Whiskey River, Willie Nelson, bitch I'm on the road again
Slow it
money with some older friends
Rough patches in my marriage made me want to chase these h*** again
Whiskey River, Willie Nelson, b**** I'm on the road
made me wanna chase these hoes again
Whiskey River, Willie Nelson, bitch I'm on the road again
Slow it down, think it through, you bouta lose control
a jungle sometimes like Melle mel said
I was pulling strings for rock like Willie nelson
First time I went on the road I Brought my nigga ellyson
Second time
(Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)
(Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)
[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass want
My men, my men
[Chorus]
For all my niggaz in the places with blunts in they faces
Off the two turntables with the anvil cases
It's the L-I-K's
dyin'/
Kids ain't livin they tryin'/
"How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applyin/
Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners/
Rockin ever
There's a few out there on a gravel road
Wearing a John Deere cap
Drinking lone Star beer growin' their own
Got a diesel truck with a gun rack, yeah
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