Lyrics:
Whirling so slow with a
Leslie cab
Crowns of the colt's foot
Erupting gravel graves
The dandelion's scapegoat
To the non-botanical eye
Taking life lessons
Humming under ground
He had me stand still
His hand at hip
His lips stone cold
I begged for you
He raised his colt
Ghosts howling under foot
Never stays
they're saying shake it, honey.
There's a bare foot blue jeans night and I got that lot of money
That lot of money, lot of money.
Yeah, they're dancing
Let me tell you all a story bout the hectic night
Despite the horror story, it's an epic sight
Guts over glory, Joe survived the night
Colt forty
I've always been different with one foot over the line
Windin' up somewhere one step ahead or behind
It ain't been so easy but I guess I shouldn't
reputation
But for Colt that wasn't enough
To be the fastest horse in a one horse town
He leaves them all in the dust
On the fastest tracks around
He
A jump in the gutter
A foot on earth
A tiny jelly slither
From dirt to dirt
There ain't nothing like a slapper in a Parthenon
You could spot
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mama look I ran the money up
No cap, No runner up
Always come in first
All my feelings in a double cup
Lavish vices be the curse
Colt
comme l'impression d'être plus libre (Oh)
Elle a grave une attitude puérile
Mais j'ai appris qu'elle m'aimait encore comme Bruni
J'ai le colt (Le flingue)
really lifting us up
Typical cynical
Asshole individual
Bad for the Citadel
Tongue to the clitoral
From pontoon to riverboat
From Lao Tzu to Samuel Colt
Dawg dem deh pan a boat ride
Keep dah browning deh close by
O man do nuh mek e colt rise
Yuh nah post failure suh mek mi post mine
Now
Mi chargie yuh fi
I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
I'm a colt in your stable
I'm what Cain was to Abel
Mister catch me if you can
I'm going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
praise to the lord
Toting big colts Yosemite sam backwoods with a torch
Rebel with cause oh yes I am made a way by force
You ain't gotta choice
don't fuck with ghostbusters]
cGcB
Verse 2:
Most hustlas don't fuck with ghostbusters
Even their girlies bored of them old slow thrusters
My foot down
foot get on the gas
Stubborn as a goat, defo' legacy be on the mind
No side brushing till it's settled, out of dust I'll get the crown
Only time we brush
whip wid di dawkiss prime
pull up a yuh foot inna di dawkiss style
nooow
SVM: I’m rich as fuck and id never had a job before
lost some killys so wi pour
Got the trey pound
It's stuffed in my puffer
He was 5 foot 11 now that boy 6 feet under
I walk with the demons I walk with a thunder
Dump that
bitching, you make me want to laugh
You say my foot's in your ass? It's only half
All the work I've done for years and years
Blood, sweat and no goddamn
trigger that there false alarm
Guide the pigs to the farm
Entwine with the Devil and base your charm
On war
Fall the mares on the colt
A thousand heirs
lurkin'
When serpents come lurkin
They, bet not let a foot up in my circle
Bet not slide a foot up in my circle
Disloyal, fake, shifty - ain't
Never made
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping, oh fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came
The first
a that Colt 45 just like I should
And if I could, I will, I might, get blowed tonight
If thangs go right, I'm gon' cut this ho tonight
So I'mma get
put your money where your mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass
Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D-O-see stay shittin
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