Lyrics:
at the pulpit
Ya feel me
Gone always keep it real boy you feel me
Never had my daddy this is how my Uncles built me
God put me round my niggas and I treat em
you the alpha, well I'm alphabetic (Alphabetic)
How you gone talk about they music and you sound pathetic? (Yeah)
They see me coming, steam rolling I'm
hey, hey, hey, hey
Boom!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
Boom!! bitch what's happnin'? (what?!)
Boom!! bitch what's happnin'? (what?!)
the lottery
Then we might treat you the way that we should
You could be anything
If you got money, so get it by any means
Hussle is muscle, and you lookin'
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner
a down-home, backwoods redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Well, I'm
a down-home, backwoods redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Well, I'm
laugh, 'cause they think it's just a dummy
But then the smell hits 'em, MMMMM..... smells yummy
Open your bags and I'll give you my treat
Crusty yellow
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
And all my enemies I made by knowing just her
Now everybody thinks that she was the only one hurt
Now everybody thinking that I got a cold heart
Last time I
a casket courtesy of loso
So you should have your shit packed
I'm a need ya to not be here when I get back
Well alright okay
I've been gone and away
gettin' loose tongue kissin' on the patio
Well known groupie let her momma and her daddy know
First she yellin' give it to me then she yellin' daddy no
and Caddy
Fine lil' bitches havin' sex with Daddy
I ain't givin' no bitch, no kind of slack
You got one girl then treat the hoe like a mack
What's yours is
sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
Yea, ha ha
(I love it) Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know
been a gruesome fight
Here's your last chance
You wanna talk about a battle?
Well I'ma talk about a massacre
You soft sucker
I'm tryin' not to laugh
'em jealous cause you're marvellous
With those assets really hazardous
Your daddy made sure you were pampered by living in higher standards
You're
need your backdoor man
And from the inside lookin’ out you know it just as well
Late at night when daddy tries to sleep
That’s the time I’m
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
RICK:
Cut! Levi, we need to talk.
LEVI:
Continue marking the dance and keep your voices warm everyone. We’ll just be a minute. What was that?
RICK:
a down-home, backwoods redneck
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass
Well, I'm
face, you cannot help but smile Telling all your friends you off the market now
Your daddy ain't too happy, but your mama proud her daughter found
you tellin
Bout your step, them fairy tales
Got you by a horse so you can catch seashells
I don't want my bitch at all
She like a toddler, she bad
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