Lyrics:
the bad guy
They don't give a fuck
They just wanting the crack high (huh?)
But we don't give a fuck
We just want the dough to stack high
(That diego)
on by the time I got back
Down in the old abandoned mine sweet Sue was a havin' fits
That villain said gimme the deed to your ranch or I'll blow you all
on by the time I got back
Down in the old abandoned mine sweet Sue was a havin' fits
That villain said gimme the deed to your ranch or I'll blow you all
and I let her count it for me
I touch her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
My chick bad, looking like
violence I didn't mean
Chestnut
Showed me what almost good but looks like an oar
George Jones taught me what makes a golden ring
Oh, Ricky said I'll leave
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
The ending was bad
Delilah Jones, Delilah Jones
She let a no-good guy beguile her
Delilah, weep for Delilah
The devil got a lease on her bones
Just
I'm handsome
All my grandfolks are dead
I do about three things good
And that includes giving head
Now I got banned from crash-crawley's
Cos I don't
through my cha-ka-ras
You dont know by now its obvious
That i really really got this shit
Oh shit. Yeah my mouth is just stale af
Yeah pass me the juice.
that my eyes are closed
I write songs fucked up like I'm
Kin to old George Jones (Old George Jones)
Yeah, most the time I'm higher than a kite
And my
of charge? Is that for real?
Free of charge! That's some good deal!
Maybe we shouldn't! Maybe we should!
It may be bad! And it may be good!
What if Jackie
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
shooting some hoops
Cruising down the street in my 6 4, jocking a bitch jocking a bitch
Cruising down the street in my (who), jocking a (Mike Jones
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
call on my gal,
Now remember, old pal,
When you get back home.
(Repeat Refrain)
""Life's A Funny Proposition After All
Music and Lyrics by George M.
, it's good to see you too
But I didn't see you and I didn't see you and we didn't see a thing
Hey Ray by the way do you leave that hundred bucks you
and recruits some ragers
Ever seen that dope lock up like a bih got hit with a Taser
Oooooh
Now that's that good dope
Grams over scams, we don't look for
bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by
You should recognize love
Before it's too far to hold
I'd take trips down that St George Strip
Just to see if you would notice
I'd take trips
browning with a fat back
She can tek this wood
Now she's good
Back in my zone on my jack jones
Been tryna stack notes
Tryna stack notes
Out here strategising
then gave to niggaz and they still took
I then learned that love shit not a good look
Bitch got you in ur feelings then she got you shook
State tried
to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when
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