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Down the road apiece Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna play It's just an old piano and a knockout bass The drummer's man's a cat they
McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece
McCoy, I know you remember that old rubber-leg boy. Mama cookin' chicken, fried in bacon grease, Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece
McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece
You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama's cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece Well,
You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama's cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece Well,
You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama's cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece Well,
Yeah, yeah, yeah I want a pinky ring, that shit cost six apiece I ain't even worried bout that I'm finna go get my piece This hoe keep calling my
I used to break it off ten apiece Now I got all of my friends with me Know that we getting these ens and please Could give a fuck about enemies All
the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six, buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick
McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece
real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six, buy the house on the beach (uh-huh) Supply the peeps
friends imma keep making enemies I Got A Plug on the perks get them 10 apiece These n****s hate and that s*** ain't ok with me Get put on a shirt if
they're like ten apiece Shawty different in person, she ain't nothing like she pretend to be Shawty be real, cause you cappin' on the gram Shawty at my
they're like ten apiece Shawty different in person, she ain't nothing like she pretend to be Shawty be real, cause you cappin' on the gram Shawty at my
they're like ten apiece Shawty different in person, she ain't nothing like she pretend to be Shawty be real, cause you cappin' on the gram Shawty at my
don't step out But so many do Searching for a piece of Prazer Proibido You don't like the way I act You don't like the things I say You don't like the things
McCoy You know, remember that rubber-legged boy? Mama cookin' chicken fried and bacon grease Come on along boys it's just down the road apiece
the coast and the traffic signs Cover your ears to the troubled times I know a man for a bob apiece Who'll find us a land that is like the sea In my
bet they pussy The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's the deal I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh) Enough to cop a six; buy
and kill and make him out a martyr A town of folks a-piece you'll find's much easier to slaughter He's a business man and he hides behind his hands To entice
seven heads Ten horns apiece Blasphemous names Upon each head With power From the dragon He has power over death Fools quickly rush to follow him Two
(Enviyon On The Mix) Yeah, all night we was on that block and we had 30 each I hit the block then started passing Glocks out, one apiece You talking
One sunday morning, two preachers up the road a-piece One stealin' chickens, the other poachin' geese Kidnapped and napsacked, the chickens don't
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