Lyrics:
Ben niet met die normcore
Warm weer outdoors
Centerparcs geen zorg
Ik ben aan het werk
Inspiratie flowt nu
Ik ben in mijn zone nu
Bouwend aan mijn
We got many men, yeah yeah
Many Men
Grrrr
We got many men, yeah yeah
We gon do for ends
We gon do for ends, yeah yeah
We gon do for them
They ain't
a way to be safe! To be free.
Gotta watch it for the men behind the tracks!
Coming on your way!
Messing with your life, draining all your soul.
Making up
money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat, with racin' car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin'
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
(Kick up on that beat, Moh!)
Life got Messi since 10, but I changed like Ben
Left the field, I ain't talking 'bout just Franz from German
All my
This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field's wide open
I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart
Let em run
Let
Ricch
Wanna die? It's always your choice, i give you the doubt of the benefit
When you got up in the field? Lil' nigga i done been in it
All the dissing,
men
Son of a Bob
Not a son something bitched
Judy ain't a slob
So that's why he got hitched
He had two trial dogs
Named Blaze and Rip
He used to dip
This is not Churchhill downs this is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse that's got the biggest heart
Let em run let
Yo
We need that summertime sickline
Outdoor drink and I pay no fine
Never been one for the Tonic Wine
But I might just take a swig
Loaded up and I'm
the straight and narrow
Pissing in the face of authority
Monthly subscriptions to Outdoor life
And Field & Stream
Takes pride that he was voted
The one
bitch, it's just a button
Choppa turn his fake ass steppas to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Traffic stop
Turn to fagget cop
Automatic cocked
Right to kill, wish yo hugh was still In them cotton fields!
We ain't free in the land of the free!
Willy
c few times over
Nothing to note
Much came of it
Until the nineteen
Seventeen purchase
By ranchers called
Coonamessett
For each field
They'd need
and Lafayette town
Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down
I did what I did well it come easily
Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers
Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town
Well they paid me their money, Ma, I knocked the men down
I did what I did well it come easily
Restraint and mercy, Ma,
and play on the field
Some say that the danger is real
Some men will ask you out, for a slice of pizza
Some will ask you back to theirs to ignite some
track at the pad
All da homies go fast doing laps and we laugh
Y'all know me got tact on the track and they mad
Lotta ponies I gas I ain't last with
to the tracks and bound to lose
Oh, I am the happiest of men
My illusions fill my entire field of view
Oh, go ahead and do that thing again
'Cause I could not be
clap
all you freeze
one more clap
TikTok please
all the men say yoooo
all the women say yoooo
everybody say yooo
you what?
Your Mama
your what?
Your
you're a virgin or the average whore hopper
I take 'em all, even females with the door knockers
I'm a get mine, let all the men sleep
Girls, don't run that
full of men
No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up
DJ Aladdin's who
Hooked the fuckin' track up
Syndicate's make'n
the field and I'll say it again
Love to my pool usos who be keeping it gang
Aiga royal t from the start to the end
And you can bring many men I'll be waiting
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