Lyrics:
With a whole lot of hoes in the bed, yeah
Damn, I need a new set of legs, yeah
'Cause I've been runnin', runnin' up them
Big ol' racks (racks)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol'
a nigga work for it
She ain't got no job, that booty work for her
That's a big ol' booty (Big ol' booty)
Big ol' booty big ol' booty (Woah)
Yeah, yeah,
It's the same ol' fuckin? story
With your two different sets of rules
Well yes the same ol' fuckin? story
And you know, damn well, it's true
It's
was ever faithful that ol' door was in our bones
That ol' door was there to open up and welcome me back home
Welcome me back home
[ dobro ]
dreaming
Oh that Damned Ol' Woman that Damned Ol' Woman that Damned Ol' Woman Damned Ol' Me
that Damned Ol' Woman that Damned Ol' Woman that Damned Ol' Woman
Big ol' whip
Big ol' split
Big ol' stick
Big ol' dick
Big ol' shit
Big ol' sip
Big ol' rip
Big ol' drip, oh god
Alright
I sat around round town in
attention so keep on look'n ho
If you pull my trigga, Ima pull your nigga
Then leave him on the side when I'm done with the ride
Ol' base head ho, I
gon go platinum
So back that shit up before we blast this bitch up
Then you get the picture ol' fag ass nigga
Playas is what you want
Then come and get
[Chorus]
Cold ass n****
Won’t catch me around no broke ass n****
You won’t catch me around no hoe ass n****
Need to catch up ol’ slow ass n****
[Chorus x2]
I look around, like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin to bring the good times back.
[verse 1]
DO you remember? Them good ol' things,
steak that, fry and bake that
One time in the big ole south
Lived a lil chubby kid with a big ol' mouth
Lame writers gave him big ol' doubts
Now
A who she a ramp wid?
Mi nuh drink milkshake
A Guinness inna mi yard
Yuh damn right, man a real ol' dog
Mi nuh fuck gyal if dem pum pum large
Kelis
Stuck in this waste
Stuck in this game
How could I change
Doing the same ol' thang
Stuck in this waste
Stuck in this game
How could I change
Been
twenty, I ain't running far behind
Me and this eighteen-wheeler
Well, we're just about home free
Made damn good time didn't pay one fine
Me and ol' CB
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a nigga didn't make his entry
Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
twenty, I ain't running far behind
Me and this eighteen-wheeler
Well, we're just about home free
Made damn good time didn't pay one fine
Me and ol' CB
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown dancin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three
You ought to see deacon Jones
When he rattles his bones
Ol' Parson Brown dancin' round like a clown
Ol' Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three
(Sledgren)
Yeah
Big ol' Glock, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big ol' (yeah, yeah, big ol' Glock, yeah, yeah)
Big ol' G, big ol' Glock,
wit the big ol' asses
Hypno and Cleako in big ol' glasses
We could do the damn thang, order the champagne
Honey's Head of the State, and I'm running
This ol' sky, if I die
I hope I'm no random guy
Somewhere out there they will say
He is mine, he is mine
This ol' sky, if I die
I hope I'm no random
just want
The same ol' you
In the same ol' shoes
Doing same ol' same ol'
You just want
The same ol' you
In the same ol' shoes
Telling me what to do
You
the other night
Ol' Gang
Ol' Gang
Walking down the street
Give me small bother
Went around the corner
Feeling pretty mad
Well God damn it's
Ol'
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