Lyrics:
joue aux chevaux au bar
Et qui lui casse les dents le soir
Et j'fais rien moi, j'men fous moi
S'organiser des vacances dans des clubs de connards
Et
Coz you can use golf clubs for more than one thing
And if you don't pay up I'll show you my swing
Now I'm Mike Balls and it's about time
To show you
trust no one except God and Tim Tebow
Living my destiny poppin' pills high as fuck
Fucking bitches in the club holding my space bottle up
I think it's
ready when you
Paid your membership dues
It's comin' to take you (take you)
To the country club (to the country club)
Bring your golf clubs
Your tennis
then I worked there for a long time and then I got another
easy job workin' at the golf club … takin' care of the lawns, you know?
I had a good job,
dumb
Tu vas finir comme au golf , je vais blow ta tête avec le club
J'casse la démarche dans le club , j'ai mon double cup de lean
Il est dirty , il est
a
"Columbia Police search warrant!
Columbia Police search warrant!"
"Kick it open"
They kick in the door, knocking over your golf clubs
Poppin' your dog
The esscence
The flow (flow)
Preparing
My show (club)
Dos litros
Y un blunt (golf)
My chica
Let's go! (Let's go)
The esscence
The flow (flow)
Preparing (go)
My
than these rappers rappin' 'round the clock
I built a golf course and a car porch
Since everybody askin', "Where your cars goin'?"
Mozzarella, now
Why did we move here?
Don't you remember?
To live in sweet simplicity.
Here's to mosquitos,
Clam dip and Fritos,
To golf and bridge and scuba
Je m'en fou vo die chicks aan de bar
Al die kech's daar verdienen 'n oscar
Terwijl ik nog hossel voor me lambo car
Prefereer ik die stute met beluga
like film
Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs
Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose
Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals
Car doors rise with
on the corners they would hang
I got banged on, I got beat down
Carrying the golf club, walking up the street now
They respect me, they call me crazy
At least
Harassed by thugs, on the corners they would hang
I got banged on
I got beat down
Carrying a golf club, walking up the street now
They respect me
They
voice
Pick your choice in Illinois
This is me, this is Alex to
The what? Not Chicago, go west
Yeah I’m found those places
You know the golf clubs
blijkbaar niet de mijne
Retrograde, knikkeren uit me leven, nu is de perfect timing
Heb niet veel nodig neem genoegen met weinig
In de club bitches gaan
with us dreams of flamboyant games
Riding along the highway of the norse men, high expectations of beating the course when
We arrive at our destination
for nigga standin on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, extasy is turnin niggaz into soft thugs
Wit all these promises, showin
hardcore
What the f*** you lookin' hard for n**** standin' on the park fo'
Wit yo golf club rappers
Get off drugs, ecstasy is turnin' n****z into soft
eye on you and I'll keep you in my mind
I'll write a whole song about you to show my hate is par
This isn't golf but I'll grab a club to swing you
swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my
Skitch our golf cart 'round the country club until the evening ends
Drop the clutch like Starsky and Hutch
Spin the tires out, hardly feel the jolt when it
Once my fingers were beaten with a golf club by my piano teacher
Once I dreaded the thought of the devil coming home every weekend
Once I was left alone
feelings go
Verse 2
I picked up a golf club bro
What you waitin
For
Hard pill it’s a real raw deal
When you find that love don’t live here any
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