Lyrics:
Forgis, my Forgis), put the baby on her face
Fucking 'er bush (Fucking 'er bush), this be the closed casket (closed)
Go get me a coffin, let's get it,
(In my city that's the way we ride)
Top down, riding clean
Aye clique, my old school is official, got them horses under my hood
Yea I'm ridin'
(In my city that's the way we ride)
Top down, riding clean
Aye clique, my old school is official, got them horses under my hood
Yea I'm ridin'
Guess i wuz assumin wrong saw 'er turnin, hair flickin
Haptic emotion, winkin, starts slow motion creepin
Now tinglin, sensors singin, sanity clingin
Fi
not what I'm thinking on
All I'm thinking about is my fear and my doubts
I got from stepping on out
Letting 'er go, and hitting the road to playing rock
Here's another episode of dropping off a load
Peter was on the beater, I was about to explode
I couldn't hold back (so what did you do)
I took 'er to my
a bitch that can fuck, cook, clean right
Turn a bitch out, make 'er lick twice
Yeah she eat pussy, but she don't fuck dikes
Laid in the middle, two Miller
Yellow jackets 'n red debbles buzzin' round 'er hair hive ho
She wears her past like uh present
Take her fancy in the past
Her sedan skims along
(Hey! Hey) , we love you, yes we do
Here's to you, Ronnie Drew, here's to you
I watched them plenty
Through right and 'er wrong
Whether I'm easy
I ask her name, she sticks ‘er tongue down my throat
I'm not one to gloat or boast but take note
Twenty minutes gone and she's getting her coat
So I
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
pumpin' off the whey (Strength)
Bend 'er over child's play
She gone call me Duce
Flyway, highway, eat 'er up
Make a pathway
Nascar Driveway
Hanshin, I'm
clean it all up
A little bit Dutch, lil' mama clutch
She say "It ain't even really 'bout lust"
I think I love 'er when she keep in touch
I say "My money,
a terrible fight
Preacher knocked the rooster clean out o' sight
Preacher told the rooster that'll be all right
Meet ya at the hen house tomorrow night
blunts lit, i'm ridin' in the truck
The mottos always been get 'er done and than its stick 'em up
I don't wanna die in the body bag, zip 'em up
What's
bitch! Get out da way!'
All da way to: 'when I was 13 I took my 1st drugz'
What da fuck? Cheese is kaas!
Help me out, all I want is to b surprized!
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
to dazzling heights
Where she deserves to be
Only queen lays me up and kept me clean
Tell me right even when I wronged
Wiped my arse and changed nappies
action
You're all blah blah blah!
Come to terms with it born to clean the kit
Your life's a farce get off your arse
Take my advice get back in class
on crates in the park so Look up
Ya might see me shoot past an buss up
Thinkin ama fuck up
I was on me arse until i stood up
Jumped on me bike an put me hood
on a bullet proof vest
Look at all you makin genders, while my chickens gettin tender
If your lady is an offender, ill pull out my gun and end 'er
Little bitch
really need to fuck it up
Take 'er to the pasture, maybe there I'll show her somethin
Just a perty country bumpkin
Ain't by luck I got her buckin
Like
Yeah I knew this one girl when I was younger
And we was real close like sister and brother
We was playing out I used to let her wear my jumper
Her
on four i lay there
Look what I unfold stay there
A Piece Of The Geto who can do better?
Pass me my teller endeavors
Pledge 'er the paper (Woah, lil hoe)
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