Lyrics:
now, Lord I'll be back somehow To where the lost river winds In the shadow of the pines Oh, lost river, now I'm coming back To the pot-belly
Even though I have Fat thighs Flabby arms A potbelly still gives good loving Fat thighs Flabby arms A potbelly still gives good loving Fat thighs
two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking Pigs, god damn pigs Potbelly pigs Punch-drunk pigs Take money, money pigs Loudmouth pigs Wide
of Hindsight on his ship He could've snatched two unicorns and Left behind the motherfucking Pigs! God damn pigs! Potbelly pigs! Punch-drunk pigs! Take money,
crib they sip My Don perry Don -perry Don perry Donperryon Mi don drink so-tey mi don get potbelly Potbelly Big belly Come do it for big daddy (Daddy)
at the co-op Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer Theres always somethin' goin' on But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here
and get my spot ready Got a couple homies always got the pot ready Jokers talkin baloney this ain't no potbelly's But I been in the kitchen cooking got that
Cop smelly piff then smoke it before we chant more Cot ready for the poking that we planned for Potbelly, titty poking out the Jansport Rock heavy, move
of July These pork-skin potbelly White men All drop to their knees I walk them like dogs All the way to the bank I would never even kiss them If I'm truly
Motherfuckin' pigs! God damn pigs! Potbelly pigs! Punch-drunk pigs! Take money, money pigs! Loudmouth pigs! Wide load pigs! Let's make a deal When
Hot pie, potbelly stove When she workin' the flame, it never get cold The only place on Earth I know It gets hotter when the sun goes down Oh my,
Hot pie, potbelly stove When she workin' the flame, it never get cold The only place on Earth I know It gets hotter when the sun goes down Oh my,
faces And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens but the stranger He drew aces and he kept on raising and pushin' his luck Kept on winning like
a dollar laid away The wind's from the south and the fishing's good Got a potbelly stove and a cord of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing
big You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out When she alone, pump L, I make her bounce You
a dollar laid away The wind's from the south and the fishing's good Got a potbelly stove and a cord of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing
faces And the pot-belly fellow drew a pair of queens but the stranger He drew aces and he kept on raising and pushin' his luck Kept on winning like
Potbelly rocker holding his joker But don't know how to lay a poker. He carries a guitar, holds on to his bars, Trying to get his head for
don't run with it Cops skullies and bubbles when the summer end Potbelly, in trouble with the government Pop Henny and a double, you can summon him Drive
(your money worth) She suck it in like potbelly Ain't really got a ass, but she top-heavy (top-heavy) In a Chevy looking like somebody told me
with this pimpin', hit it up, Hoover Crippin' Shawty motherfuckin' Fatt, the potbelly mack back We slum Please don't make me take off the safety I
when I spit it It get the crowd riled up On stage, still got it and nice with mine With a potbelly like Captain Kirk for Priceline It’s clear you aged
'cause my old man's a fatso He's got a potbelly for a mouth Baby my old man's a fatso But you know he owns this house Yeah I'm locked inside
Shumway? He's from Melmac, try to Attack your potbelly, yo I said, Chill that's Kuato, open your mind Burrito and taco she said, Pete, HAL-2000 These humans'
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