Lyrics:
sing like George Jones
Spend all my nights in little barrooms
Tryin' to make a name for myself
Couple dollars in my tip jar just hopin' to get by
Maybe
cannot heal
Or have a healthy way to express how they feel
When you've caused the pain,
you can't just claim
You've got a mental illness,
because we're
was
Forced to (foster) pop
See every punch is hard that's how they
Know I'm hot with the rhymes
But it's several other reasons why I
Got the spot over
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
representation now shall we begin?
I know you seen my face before but hold on my friend
It's niggas gettin' away with doin' the same shit I did
I can't do no bid,
to give me life them crackers threw the book
If u wrote me a letter just know I needed that
If you came to my viso just know I needed that
If it's bout my
outlaw women down on
Our side of the barbed wire
Money grows in rows
And if it don't you've gone broke
So We hang out by the bonfire
Just the good ole
and they just too fire
Shoutout to Christoper Nolan
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows
And we a little late with the Christmas gifts
Rushin' for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy
The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas
it's on the doorstep,
you know, until it involves their money, their territory.
Questioner: there's a special type of petition that
is vetoed by special
that's repulsive, how do you not know this?
And then we go our separate ways
Just to link back on better days
Though I know it's short term and you
like this, yup, uh oh
I got a love that's better than you ever was
You've never been no good for me
I guess I was just way too hood for you to be
soul to win
And if people let you down
And treat you like a clown
It's just that they don't know
How beautiful you are
You've got to be a star
To let
proof
You get as many moments as you can make
Never know how good your fortune is
Till you see the people you
Grew up with still
At the starting point
the lotto
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
This second verse is dedicated to
Rappers that never made it
'Cause they gave
the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice
And you know what it said?
I'll tell you what it
bringing Down her truck and
Always goes to church every Sunday,
That's how you know
She's country made
Yeah, she loves the rodeo
Hank Williams George Jones
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone
never weigh more than one-fifteen
My name is Regina George
And I am a massive deal
I don't care who you are
I don't care how you feel
That's
(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this
been
Into playin', the victim
I've never been into bein'
Just another princess in someone else's kingdom
You met me
You've been sleepin' good, but
because you got small balls)
I know you got a lot to say (yeah)
But maybe you'll just run away (damn)
cnd if you do I'll put your ass on display
I mean
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
(oh-oh)
We make it look easy (oh-oh-oh)
We make it look good, good, good
You ain't gotta ask me (yeah)
Just know that I'm good, good, good (oh-oh)
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