Lyrics:
in her lipstick
Her pussy fat but eatin' good, so that's a misprint
I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond
Shiny watch, lookin' like the old Diddy on my
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen
There he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
dripping,
You gotta see me baby
I love so, my old school, dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car
Tom Joad got out of the old McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
Her pussy fat but eatin' good, so that's a misprint
I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond
Shiny watch, lookin' like the old Diddy on my arm
Highly
Her p**** fat but eatin' good, so that's a misprint
I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond
Shiny watch, lookin' like the old Diddy on my arm
Highly
of coups sittin on a pair of boots. Focus on the guns that's a dunk or a ally oup steppin out the car its the Marvin blue valley shoes. On the grind tryna
cars, working for tips
He said, "These rich mothersuckers don't give me zip"
Christina's in the back of the limousine
Working all day for the agency
Same old boring Sunday morning
Old man's out washing the car
Mum's in the kitchen cooking Sunday dinner
Her best meal, moaning while it lasts
and Thorne laundered the packet
A hot new engine's just a sweet $2k
At the Ceduna Car Club or even on Ebay
Gettem while you can they're a dying breed
Locally
check this out, listen
Cold killer, bold old gorilla
Bold as a font with the thickness
Old as yellow gold in a Chevrolet with a stick shift
The story
a new pair of
Coups sittin' on a pair of boots
Focus on the guns that's a dunk or a ally oup steppin'
Out the car it's the Marvin blue valley shoes
Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch
Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish
Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch
Big
that his family they were gone,
He found that his family they was gone.
He found his mother's old fashion shoe,
Found his daddy's hat.
And he
I can't hold this truth in, got to let it all out
I want diamonds on my wrist on my neck, in my mouth
I need a hundred car garage a hundred rooms in
the ghettos
QuakeBy all means I've seen I've lived
By 22 years old
50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmedMy
Dreams start over the
StoveI ran over the globe
be your valley girl
You and me we're gonna rule the world
'84 just wanna have fun
One look at you and I come undone
You pop your collar and it feels so
of coups sittin on a pair of boots. Focus on the guns that's a dunk or a ally oup steppin out the car its the Marvin blue valley shoes. On the grind tryna
a murder! Man a ghetto youth fi life, yo
Chorus:
I, can-not forget where I come, from
No 'mount of money can't change, man, still blaze di skunk
But some
out of your car
And winter's hours feel much shorter when you're at the bar
I fell in love with it the very minute I was born
And, yes, the path we had
you're such a baby go put on a diaper
You act annoying like a 12 year old
Camille you too because you're 12
Because you're bully me on Instagram
Tom Joad got out of that old McAlester pen
'Twas there that he got his parole
After four long years on a man killing charge
Tom Joad came
He was a mean old man and he carried a crooked cane
He walked along the boulevard to his house on Cripple Lane
He had two dogs, a cat, a one-eyed
Generic crunk rap
Club promoter, lars you're on in ten minutes you ready?
Mc lars, I guess but... I still got to write some lyrics
Club
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