Lyrics:
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
I'd just like
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
I'd just like
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
(Alright)
It’s all good tho, I’m back now
And I got a lot to tell y’all
You ready?
(Hell Yeah)
Let’s go!
I came up from the bottom yeah I drug a little
Sixteen Twenty Four in the Year of Our Lord
I did a little rhyme, that wasn’t even
Did a little time with a guy named Steven
Did a little time
Did a little
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with
Of these circus niggas
Crown down clown he with purpose, nigga
Dope boy swag ain't on purpose, nigga
County of the kings wish
He birthed this nigga
Baby, I'm
Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride
And a bunch of rednecks aint scared to fight.
I'mma give it to ya my way dirt road, hi-way,
Four wheel, Jack
a country boy to the bone.
(Chorus)
I'm a Fan of the, Arab Football Knights
And a Coach for the Little League too,
I like to eat Milner's Dairy Delight
Small
introduced to courage
Don't get discouraged 'cause my words will threw her like flourish
We got the bounty (bounty)
We from the Queens county (county
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said,
pack a nine
Cuz before three K's had bombed and made four little girls sign
Fine to think I'm Ivy League cuz I'm autumn bench pressing boulders
Fighting
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I'm thinking 'bout a perfect girl
She gotta have a dirty side
I'm talkin' about four
Mama said revenge worst than beef
Richards on business relationships
That's watching the company you
Keep, the little things linger living
More than
& Beans Projects in Ferrari, me and Fred
Nigga made a post 'bout me, four months he was dead
Little Havana, where he at? Where he at? Where he at?
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
Broward County, but not the same place as X
Yeah, I just fucked my ex bitch on that X
Say she miss me and she wanna get in my chest
Say she miss me when
It began in a 4H pavilion in southern Wisconsin
The warmth of the dairy sun, and the smell of the dairy air
Then I caught the eye of a sweet little
wish I could stop by
Get a little hug
But babe I gotta go in an hour two
Gas is too steep for driving this old truck
cround town just for waiting on you
Lookin' as pretty as could be
We sure saw a lot of miles,
Never even crossed that county line
I would've bet the farm, given my right arm
So you'd
Knock a demon down, one, two, three, four, five
Knock a demon down, one, two, three, four, five
Knock a demon down, one, two, three, four, five
Look,
the Big League
Cool fearless optimistic
Foreva Lucky Lefty
I could hear your heartbeat
Nervous scared and worried
Life of crime is bittersweet
Your feet’ll
just what you need baby
You should just come to me baby
Get these niggas up to speed baby
I'm in whole notha league baby
I got just what you need baby
Alabama on the boombox, baby
'bout to get a little boondock crazy (let's go)
Big stars breaking out through the indigo
Chevy wind comin' in
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