Lyrics:
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife I got me an ole fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but
you not round (My round)
When things get low and down (And down)
Count the money by myself
It's not like I declined your help
From you or anybody else
Wonder what it's like, how a ni**a kill a ni**a on sight
Did he hesitate? Think about his life, think about his kids, think about his wife?
But
All now, we're still taking, saving lives
(Trust)
My young boy ching my man (Ying that)
B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys
(Ayy, ying that)
I
Oh Genie, on my way to my wife's sister,
because the time has come to release my brothers.
I stopped at this place when I saw this young man,
and I
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
van,
F**k wid mi money and yuh nah guh have nuh hand.
(Verse)
MOCCA run een and a ask ask,
Say we a live like king too fast fast,
Young entrepreneur in
tryna ride ya
Until, the seats fall off
But we good
This is cash money, young money
Get it understood
Come on,
Ridin' in my wheel
Late night
You ain't never seen a nigga Dripping sauce like this floss
Like This a boss like this
Wrist frost bit Like this
Money in the vault like this
Walk
Disgusting smoker, who loved a coke
Just need a money, in veins wants stroke
Had older brother, not like him - sponger
Died by cancer, young lived longer
to the telly and abuse your wife
If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice
I give young fools advice about the rules of heist
When I rock 'gators, hoes be like,
to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't sittin out
Had my wife beater and my braclets
Got the devil all on me, gotta ride by my lunar
Can't stop, gotta make it off the block now
Oh shit, young and so cold with this shit
Young and so
like her but I still won't wife her
If I'm prada you, I'll buy you Prada
He ain't my blood but he's my brother
He ain't my blood but he's my brother
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
Had to get my money up by the weekend
Posted up in the stu with the Reese's
Break a clingy bitch off like a Kit Kat
All she wanna do is drag me
I'm captain she matey if ex
marks the spot thats just money oh grady. Young lady young lady you make go crazy its like purple rain but we ain't in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (no kizzy)
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (yeah)
Only time I see
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
the young 'un
"I knew you would grow to be a G in this game
Because the next day your wife came
With thirty bands on a plane"
I don't give a fuck I do
.jpg/300px-Dream_Wife_(band).jpg "Dream Wife")
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