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
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
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
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
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
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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