Lyrics:
a little Deana Carter
Strawberry wine, seventeen
Loving on you's got me feeling tipsy
Maybe, it won't last forever
I ain't gonna fear September, no
I'll be
(Deana Carter/Dwight Yoakam)
Waiting for your world to turn around is less likely to be found
As I watch it moving past
Than any other hope that I
(Deana Carter/Dwight Yoakam)
Waiting for your world to turn around is less likely to be found
As I watch it moving past
Than any other hope that I
they ought to tie the knot
Why you think Deana Carter's so hot
Boy I'd shave my legs for a sip of that Strawberry Wine
When Mindy McCready's on my
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it a come back
Unless there's some money attached to that
And you can call it whatever you like, in fact
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
(let me warm it up for ya)
[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it or come back
Unless there's some money attached to that
And you can call it whatever you like, in fact
It's
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I'm icin' up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
Taxpayers are where
The cash comes from.
Yet he treats us like
A bunch of bums!
Joe’s 1 part demented.
1 part corrupt!
...2 parts skilled
the gravities of life just can't define me when I'm writing a song
I need greatness
Too many times I stood by the side and I can't take it
Too many years walking
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
I'm the hardest in the game
It's the Rock, I ain't talkin Jay, Biggs and Dame
I'm talkin bling-bling, crack pipe and a collar
I make bums fight
Okay, In The Panchine, dal TruceKlan
G-Mellow, Benassa The Glassa, Chicoria
Niente doppio gioco co' noi
Amo le stolen P, Metal Carter
Yo my name is
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
nakuhala
Take my take by now fake by fake ushanao
Cheki nimerock Hadi ndala miguu nimvaa Hadi akala
Cheki Niko home pale Dala
Mistari Niko dope I dawn em
Carter,i survived the hurricane
Get stereotyped everyday but numb to it
I gnore the ill shit im spitting but praise when a bum do it
For stye they take drugs
so I copped some real estate
Too blessed might hit the lotto by mistake (Too Blessed)
Coach carter to these niggas let me regulate (Watch out)
I just
Carter, I be coaching
Paul George for the cutie if you want it
Niggas doing all that telling gotta show it
Most my life was sick but now I got the potion
the money like Wayne wit the Carter
My dedication got my head racing
Getting head, facing got no patience for suckas
I took the laughs that came outta you
Frost me
If you run your mouth then you exhaust me
I hate bum bitches that's bossy
I'm always Slick Rick lodi dodi
Make a scene when I'm late don't need
up by the knife, bitch (by the knife)
Not-Notti Boppin', punchin' my hips (Notti, like, what, like, what?)
Like, come here, gotta do it like this
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