Lyrics:
old chick has went and got away
You a Queen, but every Queen needs a pawn to play
I hate the way you appear on my timeline
Summertime sadness well you
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Moment of truth
The government couldn’t stomach it
I know some shit
To get me shot
For just discussing it
I’ve seen some stuff
You never thought
That
before electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie
No phone book but OG called
A few gun fights, some street brawls
Getting money, come come now please y'all
[Verse 2]
(Who) Got mean jewels (Who) is
sound which is the champion sound
Believe! Believe!
Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
With your girl she tryna
can't be your B-Side chick
I can't be your B-Side chick
I can't be your B-Side chick
Boy
I do not like to share
No one like me anywhere
You're about
crazy/
It ain’t gone be as easy as you thought, trying to leave me no way
VERSE 2
This chick is crazy/
Yea I said it when she walked in, tried
Let's spit on the Dixie Chicks
They've disgraced our nation
Pull their records off the wall
Don't need their observations
No right to freedom
305
And I'm straight tatted up, got
That black on white, won't start no shit but
I'll finish two fights
Goddang (Goddang) and this country trend is
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
the best in the game no Nintendo
I’m surrounded by green like pimentos
And I’m giving it all to my kin folk
You don’t know shit, you don’t know nada
My life
shit
Don't need no chick to buy me shit hell no!
I got my own, got my own!
(Can you tell em man?)
I got my own, got my own! One-one-two!
Anybody gettin'
might not make no history book but I'll burn a page or two
When I die, put my bones in the Dixie dirt
Look down on me smilin', I don't want no
(Danny)
Okay, I'm in a GTO, a '66
with this dixie chick
lickin' Pixie Stix
all in my mix
can't beat these ho's off me
tricks and hicks all be kickin'
This is a drum loop (You heard me right)
I ain't even got no talent
But I'm still got' end up on Jimmy Fallon
Witcho girl
I'm not even rapping I'm
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
a flirt)
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man lookin' at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring
You don't know who you f***ing with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting
boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting
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