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on
And my plaid shirt and horse polo
Big wheels on the truck hop up in my stage coach

When the little ones fall asleep
Thanking the lord for each soul he

Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

of hope is there in that strait-jacket?

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The authority of those who oppress us
Is supported, maintained and defended
By those who are themselves

kinda like George Strait, so I probably fucked all your exes
She bopping and serving
I'm puffing and swerving
And turning the wheel on her Lexus
We

dummy high
And I'm breaking down your walls
Only repping brands you won't find in no mall
Call me Victor way I ball
Ain't talkin' about Wembanyama or your

had on Roc chain?
You got the same rocks in
Ya chain as that boy, we not the same
Boy I got a aim and a
Big nose that'll blow through tissue
It's (s)

with the stairwells
My beginnin' has no endin'
Mad love to H-town now I'm comin' down
Picked up the accent and gained a few pounds
George Strait said it

how it happened
I was driving in my truck and I crashed it
Fell asleep at the wheel it was tragic
Thank God there was no on coming traffic
yeah 19

listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear

your fantasy
Bored with ya life said u need a spark, bored with the light so you love in the dark
Enchanted by the wine enchanted by the chain, baby gurl

when you’re up in the morning a quarter past three 
That your woman don’t wish that you was asleep so she could be sleeping with me
In every position

face
And I kicked in his balls
Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble
Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle
Took him to the staircase

With that seratonin drip 
Coming out the tip
That’s the preroll 
Eyes wide open
The entrance to my soul
So get in me
Stuff my pasta
You must of lost

addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get

addicts who shoot up
In the veins of they feet
That shit gave us the jeepers creeps
But a nigga had to get it though
I wasn't a d-boy by choice I
Had to get

to Sell that snow
Get you a ball or quarter have you Trippin fasho
But if you really tryna shop that Methodman like whoa
Had to get it by any means I was 20

asleep for two days with my high ass
Live in the moment, sip slow, but I drive fast
We don't believe a word you say 'cause you cry wolf
The spot Gordon

pills
Bad enough we be eating processed meals
Remember, always pay yourself before you pay bills
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me on four wheels
Give her free

asleep at the wheel once. Never again.
Will you see me swerve
Drive by waves crashing at my feat. Marine Corp
Wash away my sins in the sea. 2 in the tub.

granny, man, fuck the doctors

Pour it by the two, sip Waukesha like it's water Almost fell asleep behind the wheel, don't crash out like Paul walker

Need

Dirty Souf

Lil' Flip

The Leprechaun

2000

serve and fall asleep
Down south can't nobody else ball like me

[CHORUS:]
It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south, 
It's the dirty south,

serve and fall asleep
down south cant nobody else ball like me

CHORUS:
It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south,
It's the dirty south, the dirty