Lyrics:
Wagon Wagon
"If I'm gonna die
I'm going out riding the wagon"
[Violent J]
Hear it comes, the horrifying midnight wagon
Saggin, laggin, dead bodies
your spare tire
If you wanna sing me love songs, don't know my key
Don't you come singin' the blues to me
That's your red wagon, oh, that's your
running to me
You can't use me for your spare tire
If you don't have love songs to fit my key
Baby, don't sing your blues to me!
That's your red wagon
If you wanna go crazy and act like a clown,
Be the laughing stock all over town,
That's your red wagon,
That's your red wagon,
So just keep
Yeah skeeeterr
Hey skeeter
G wagon
She just pull up on me a G wagon
All she ever wanted was a G wagon
Sliding round my city in a ski mask
Got so many
Oh but what happened man her ass as big as a wagon its a g wagon coming out the g Wagon i don't how it happened
Oh but what happened man her ass
the 50 series tires
The alpines bumpin' but I need the volume higher
'Cause the 808 kick drum make you want to get some
I got a scrodum full a balls I
Everybody's looking
If you jelous turn around
Fucking with them leathers got us hopping off the ground *Honk*
We getting good grip from the 50 series tires
Do you see the lone rider
You see him riding at dawn
And how he's covers his face
And how he's riding alone
Circle the wagons baby
Circle the wagons
ground
The cold, cold ground
The cold, cold ground
The cold, cold ground
There's a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope
Oh, and a briar patch
ground
The cold cold ground, the cold cold ground, cold cold ground
There's a ribbon in the willow there's a tire swing rope
And a briar patch
lots of people had to be tackled
I don't jump on anybody's band wagon or saddle
I'm X-rated I'm adult-rate, this ain't the Disney channel
I'm hotter
She felt the cold and dreary wind
Chill her to the bone.
Through the Oklahoma dust
Before there was a road.
Determination on her face,
Wyomin'
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Jackson Hole, Wyomin'
Four flat tires an' a worn-out Chevy coupe
Packin' on back to Jackson
your tires on your car I'd be like...
If I was the bumper on your car I'd be like ahh fuck
If I was a balloon I'd be like....
If I was Alyssa Milano I'd
cold
Wagons and boys, pulled back and forth toys
Red velvet, the river of not
Give me my blue cloth
I'll wash my own face
And grab the rocker for
Precious, precious love
So hopeless and so inspired
Why do you dream flat tires?
When you dream flat tires
You dream flat tires
With a jack
Precious, precious love
So hopeless and so inspired
Why do you dream flat tires?
When you dream flat tires
You dream flat tires
With a jack
Wagon
(Por el G Wagon)
Me siento caro
Yo hasta sin dinero me siento caro
Yo ya ni siquiera rapeo yo tiro disparos
Mucho en autobús ahora por el G
Me and Susie drivin' up the road to Ishpeming, my 69 station wagon, funky rusty thing
It's dark and cold and late at night and something's goin'
Verse 1:
Got a Royale flush at the Clams Casino
Scarface type of shit, felt like Al Pacino
Ain't dragon, but I purge, em with hell, fire
Corpse Wagon
de la veille se superposent au détail du wagon
Elles flottent devant mes yeux comme sur la houle
J'te revois perdue dans la foule
Avec tous ces
of Porsche's
Feel like a chuck wagon 'cause I'm on twelve horses
And the three behind mine they be the click
So much ice in they Rollies, the shit don't tick
Put the Rollie on my wrist cause it’s ice cold
Freeze it up, what it is a bank roll
And ima bring her down down to the dance flo’
Bust a move, then
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