Lyrics:
Blessed Lord
The great I am
Come take control
Of everything I do
Blessed Lord
The great I am
Go in front of me
And make the crocket path straight
mais dur
Soyez là à minuit 30 000 francs en petites coupures
Coquette somme pour Davy Crocket, son mari
Crocket, son homme à qui elle n'a rien dit
Déjà
I'm in love with the good life buza lana ekasi ng’yakutshela
Mina ngiz’thandela ubucwebe nje ngo Georgie Zamdela
Crocket & Jones nama Dobbs mara nawe
wrist look tight
I just dipped my hand, my ice, my pocket
I'm davy crocket, my arm's a rocket, on candy mustard, I'm sittin on butter
I might pull up
this
Rapping like what
Putting in work dawg
Money long like I'm baking baguettes
Bette Crocket and shit
I need a check
That's why I'm finally rapping
pocket
Give five to the valet and she park it, park it
No games but I'm ballin', call it crocket, crocket
I'm a target but I never shop at Target, got
pocket
Left of my pants pocket and I put it in her socket
And I met her daddy just the other day
And he looked just like Davy Crocket
If the boy Davy
crochet
Yeah, okay
'04 we run it okay
Y'all niggas playing crocket
Proofing that shit, ricochet
Uh, whole lotta tings on my mind these days
Yeah, I find
laughin'
Davy Crocket too
Whenn Anna takes the Alamo
The first to go is you
Mornin', calm mornin'
Ah, Chico's gonna have his share
Mornin', sad
Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe was dealin?
A hand of cards and ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket
Was sweatin' bettin' hard
that the place looks like a wreck
Down at the place called the Chicken Shack
I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, David Crocket
Ole Louisiana Lou had a knife in his shoe was dealin"
A hand of cards and ole Stagger Lee Crocket had a gun in his pocket
Was sweatin' bettin' hard
that the place looks like a wreck
Down at the place called the Chicken Shack
I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, David Crocket
that the place looks like a wreck
Down at the place called the Chicken Shack
I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, David Crocket
that the place looks like a wreck
Down at the place called the Chicken Shack
I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, David Crocket
fruit pie deranged
Men and more
One-armed folksinger chewing on the floor
Ragtime whiskeyman, bottle of snuff
Box of junk and a crocket of stuff
Chillin'
that the place looks like a wreck
Down at the place called the Chicken Shack
I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, David Crocket
that the place looks like a wreck
Down at the place called the Chicken Shack
I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it
Flip it, flop it, David Crocket
sheâ??s the blood of Davie Crocket.
Sheâ??s a rebel, and sheâ??s GOTTA be free.
Well she can sing and pick a guitar lick.
Yeah, sheâ??s country but
dippin in is vagina if it don't smell like salmon
Crockets I'm in the zone passed gone
Be actress if ya comin bring ya silly ass on
Lash on
Leave
needed a middle man
I been the plug to the socket
My white bitch, she love to play crocket
She cook the dope up
Hiding the sack in her pocket
I been re
and Marvin Gaye, right there, oh yeah
And Davey Crocket and Joan Of Arc close by
And David Banner and Roger Moore they're all there, oh yeah
could say I live in Gotham
Way I take the Birkin and I kill a crocket, you can see the little locket
Bro, it ain't no wonder why she finna top it
Look,
laughin'
Davy Crocket too
Whenn Anna takes the Alamo
The first to go is you
Mornin', calm mornin'
Ah, Chico's gonna have his share
Mornin', sad
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