Lyrics:
you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming
Cross the country (woo,
don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold
that's wanted
In a year it don't matter long as you throw sum d's on it mouth cost more then
Your house on ten acres in the inside so fly niggas call
fly niggas call me Jim baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious ATL to STL is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills,sipping
in a palace, cost a Richard Mill'
Caught so many seasons back, I caught a fisher's deal
I fly over the Atlas for a pitcher field
Day one, I been
Dem could be from Country or Town
Cheese mek duh bubble to de ground
Bobby fisher when I make moves
Spliff ah zotic, sipping pun a Grey Goose
I don't
know we found
Country gold
See, this is where my grandad got down on one knee
Promised her forever with a dime store diamond ring
He pledged his
I like butter on my biscuits, and the sound of backyard crickets
Muddy water, fields of gold
It's my heart and it's my home
I got soul in my country
and agonize
'Til your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path
and agonize
Till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path
chains
I don't need money I don't need fame
I don' t need gold I'm golden
I don't need cars I don't need clothes
I don't need hoes I'm chosen
I don't
strong man ladder
Or touch him brother
Oh no Ayo Ayo yo yo
Me I gats waka safe o
Mama dey wait for Benz o
Me I wan cast for my country
Isoko boy go dey fly
tsum
Slapped a lunch lady and made a boom boom
Fly fishin' fishers feelin' frantic when they fuck
Went broke off of bitcoin frantic fishers out of luck
and agonize
'Til your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies
Get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face
The path
Uh uh uh
Shawty want this & that
She can't get a thing
Why she keep staring at my Diamonds & rings?
Uh, shawty a gold digger
She look at me & see
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
So good to you why?, Yo! Question to you why?
The wing to your fly, bone to your high
The dirt dog, I be the God
The tear to your cry, I drop in
Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise
'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity
Look at what this country's got
There shouldn't be
it sing
On my neck no gold medallion using feet see I slide
What's in front know it's some people on both sides of me
Crazy how we all here made a link
closed and ya bitch chose she already know
Fly cross the country to trap out the home
Young nigga Thorough real to the bone
Fly cross the country to trap
Now what they know about the banana and mayonnaise (mayonnaise)
Slices of toasted bread on the nap-kin
Straight up nuts with this country drawl
It
that I woke up in a 'Rari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry (no way)
I'm too fly, I spread my wings and I'm soarin'
Used
my damn race
Started with the locals, now I'm spreading like mayonnaise
Fifty countries bumping Monnzy, soon I'll be in outer space
Thanks to Elon, I'm
over that I bait
Call me a fisher (fissure) of all men for this I wait
In my own there is within a living Christ
I will steal the glory of war with
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