Lyrics:
you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna
you both in a horse race
Keep a room to talk shit, but no floor space/
Keep picking the wrong dudes with your poor taste
You ain't got a lot to say,
He call shotty
So I shot him in the front seat
cll I'm gonna do party
Pass the blunt please
cll by my lonely,
Will and always it's fuck these
Hoes
The Pistolero Song
Boots of wasted leather, on my sweatin' tired feet,
c horse beneath my arse, this track it ain't no treat.
I'm going after Old
Did you know that
If you rub a whiskey bottle
At midnight by the hollow,
A genie pops up and asks
For a wish that lasts
Only a day
I thought about
Open fields. Wind in my hair. Palm trees, ocean breeze. I strike a match off the seat of my saddle. I run my horse through the coco fields. Chased by
that you know more
Saddled on that high horse, running on the wrong course
Cos you might find that I don't need you
Bye bye bye bye bye
Bye bye bye bye
startled from my dream
Of returning back to Allegheny to find my long lost queen
One day I got sick and tired of the days that just dragged by
And I looked
Time for hope is gone now is time for acceptance
There is time yet to live and set aside remembrance
You can't do right nor do wrong when pushed by
yourself when he comes by
He's the professor and that ain't no lie
I bet you can't even tie a tie bro
Professor plant is a bro of the silo
I'm colorful but
Some people say a Country song is all about life going wrong
And misery when love falls through
About a lying girl, a cheating man, a broken dream
again
Just to think of where we've been
Since we've begun
Count my wrongs and multiply them
By the rights to justify just what I feel
What I feel
you're wrong if you think crime pays
Don't like gays, and take vacations overs holidays
Practice safe sex to prevent strange diseases
Wear my hat,
Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout?
Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" ho
Percy Mack,
my best nights without you
And I could go on (we go steady, we just get by, we coast until we hit a red light)
Tell me I'm wrong (truth is that I
my best nights without you
And I could go on (we go steady, we just get by, we coast until we hit a red light)
Tell me I'm wrong (truth is that I
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
What's wrong with you what is it you want
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
We will ensure that our government never opens the door to the use of cloning for human reproduction
It is dangerous, profoundly wrong and has no
Nowadays ain’t fucking with the bar
Still ain't nothing changed but the
Horses in my car
Usually ain’t into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gon’ go
family the ones who stuck right through it
I know my right from wrong sometimes I like wrong doings
I struggle all the time but time is what makes moments
my boxers
Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster
Orgies at Hofstra
My bank account is like a polish doctor
My heart is cold, I sing
my boxers
Lay in the tropics, my girl pussy red like a lobster
Orgies at Hofstra
My bank account is like a polish doctor
My heart is cold, I sing
Sound of Harlem in the rain
Sane now, bottle here to blame
Night owl, diamonds in the pond
Wife now, widow by the dawn light
Widow by the dawn
Red
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