Lyrics:
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
bone, it's sunny in my overcast
Jumped behind her with no hesitation
By the size of my pants she could sense my desperation
[Hook]
Bad Chick Alert! Bad,
the paint
Gun in the glass, tinted my windows
I am the truth bitch I am no pretender
And all of my Dixie
Chicks sweeter than Splenda
Gon' be a rockstar,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
we've run aground
No fathoms below
You'd better pray it ain't so.
We're muckin' bottom, and here comes ol' Dixie
Singin' who's got that cotton
folk in the east let me get one star
Highlanders in the middle let
Me get two stars
No lights in the west let me get three stars
And for the Mississippi
ain't got the patience yet
To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him
love for you
No I won't back down if God's truth offends you
My Dixie roots run deep, underneath my feet
I'm Southern by the grace of God
Born South
phone
I don't give a fuck, though
Hand me a Dixie cup and a Red Bull
And I'mma mix it up with something special to make ya head go
Ooo wee ooo wee,
steep and there ain't no bridge
Comet sez, "Dixie we're in trouble deep."
Dixie sez, "Sugar, let's take that leap."
Everybody pointin' up to the sky
Now,
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
Hey
Hey, what's up?
Miss you
Yeah, listen
Baby, I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get it off my chest, 'bout all
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat can't even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
on a enemy
So why they always hating me
A baby chick ABC's
Counting money 1.2.3
I met a grouch out on sesame street
Now I'm going to the moon
Pocket rocket go
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
is the champion sound, believe believe!
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna
Haggard song I had
We danced along by fire light
Got her home at 2 AM and got cussed out by her dad
All I could here was her singing "Mama Tried"
I
chicks big butt huge tits
Two cups few sips you lit two hits
I'm on my shit I'm on my shit
New whip new kicks new phone who dis
Blue chips two chicks big
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
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This is my life
Imma grind like I like
I'd rather die than fall behind
All these Money & Chicks
Things ain't the same no more
I'm back flipping over
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