America (feat. Rapperohm & Boog!)
ILL Doots
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AMERICA At the car wash At the strip club At the race track We get that washed At the laundro At the car show Out the backdo’ AMERICA At the car wash At the strip club At the race track We get that washed At the laundro At the car show Out the backdo’ AMERICA AMERICA AMERICA Out the backdo' Out the backdo' AMERICA Girl we gonna have to make a story about this shit here Had to crawl from out them bodies brush em off and get it clear Lil Miss I’m robby Lee and I’m the sheriff it appears I just made the title up and nominated all my peers And now We the law We the law We the law If we say that you a target you don’t have a chance at all Got departments for tobacco firearms and alcohol Put an acronym in front of it and keep pushing em all AMERICA At the car wash At the strip club At the race track We get that washed At the laundro At the car show Out the backdo’ AMERICA Geronimooooo! (My land looks like me) What’s my name what’s my name (Chief) Dusty trail dusty plain (Peace) Trusty steed clutch the mane Geronimooooo! (Why that look like free) What you see? Trust the aim (Shoot) Do my dance, rush the rain (Roots) Feel my rage, plus the pain Left Apache liiines (Hey), ashy dryyy (Hey) on the trail of tears Let a single drop (Ha), in the end (Ha) when I made it here. At the gun sto' (On the Rez) My casino (F*ck the feds) Tribal leader’s a gringo AMERICA At the car wash At the strip club At the race track We get that washed At the laundro At the car show Out the backdo’ AMERICA I got a lil problem By the way my name is Jimmy (Jimmy!) See I wanna be the top gun But nobody fuckin' with me (F*ck that nigga on the low!) From a slave to a master Sold my soul to the city Now I’m my own ghetto palace My control issues are brimming (It’s your fault) But ima open up a business for my ego not the people Work em then they shoes, and still charge they ass for food (You gotta pay for that) You wanna extra sauce, I’ll charge you a dollar more (A whole dollar yes) Understaff the whole store Why didn’t you teleport when I called in you into work? (Nigga you was posed to be here at 4) I don’t care if the world is ending, change into ya shirt (What time you supposed to be here What I say!) Put that dunce hat and shackles back on Ain’t no escape route on the map that's drawn And I know you need this paycheck Cause you don’t like no safe sex (You know how ya’ll be… young nasties…) AMERICA At the car wash At the strip club At the race track We get that washed At the laundro At the car show Out the backdo’ AMERICA AMERICA AMERICA Out the backdo' Out the backdo' AMERICA
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Written by: Andrew Nittoli, Anthony Martinez-Briggs, Jackson King, Jordan McCree, Latasha Morris, Omar Roper, Scott Ziegler, Siddiq Bailey, Simon Martinez
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