Lyrics:
doesn't make a sound When he's flying around But when he's perched High up in the the tree Makes a hooting sound For you and for me
hooting and that ra ra Nah nah bitch I'm goin big like the Monstars Bitches calling my phone like they knocked up broad stop Marsh Beezy nigga you know how
NERVOUS GLANCES They call me Johnny no name Never had a family. This chair upon the sidewalk is my stage For all to see That hooting
Hooting owl, blueblack cold Tell me who flies young, who flies old? Hooting owl, blueblack cold Water flows to the sea What rising tide might set
been through You still think its only about you Most of the time, you taking risks Dippin and dodging shit, hooting and hollerin Even when all the clues
You've been intolerant Bitch, you been Hooting and Hollering I’m not real fond of the drama I know that you wanna Keep calling and bothering Lately
you more than a friend Well, when we get to sipping whiskey And we get a little frisky I climb up on him, ride him like an F-150 Got me hooting
Carry me hooting and howling To the river to wash off my hands Of the hot blood, the sweat and the sand Any rival who goes for our girls will be
on the shoulders of nearly everyone And the hooting of this owl reminds me of a saxophone played for the dying sun Wine equals rage and life equals rain,
Brave spirit rises with the moonlight Dancing as the deer in the meadow It is in the hooting of the night hawk It is in the cool morning dew She is
The sun is rising It's energizing me The car is tanked up Radio cranked up There's nowhere else I would rather be I'm hooting down Highway One wind
like a hooting owl (I got a taste for some mischief) I try to be conducted in a rather fine and dandy form I ignore the hate like it's candy corn I'm not
it go Used to call my bro google cause he always kept the chrome Getting mega dome Feel like Jerry Jones N****s hooting movie clips call it home
foes Dude it's a joke Hooting and cooling with hoes Dooming they own Brewing a shoo-in for show Doing the most he Only human you know When I'm rapping
dance breakdown, wiggling, shaking, hooting it up. Cherries! Red! Red, red, red! Grapes! Blue! Blue, blue, blue! Bananas! Yellow! Yellow, yellow,
that I would rather be PRE-CHORUS I'm hooting down Highway One Wind in my hair, breathing fresh air Cruising on a country run CHORUS
Hooting and hollering, bitch, I'm winning Don't even know how the fuck that we did it Rolled up the Za, with the toe, then I lit it If you hate on me,
grooving keep on moving moving On the girls on the dance floor are flowing flowing Riders in the ghetto are always hooting hooting Waiting for the moment
And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in a while For there's taxi cabs hooting But I can't be foot-loose forever My suitcase it's
And I still feel the need Of your apron strings once in a while For there's taxi cabs hooting But I can't be foot-loose forever My suitcase it's a cheap
landed Shootin' for the stars, rootin' for the cause Whos inducing puke and hooting for the bars You get stupid groups of loose and juicin' You for
Forward, where the knocks are hardest Some to failure, some to fame Never mind the cheers or hooting Keep your head and play the game Try to keep your
Forward, where the knocks are hardest Some to failure, some to fame Never mind the cheers or hooting Keep your head and play the game Try to keep your
"Hakuna Matata" While they hooting and hollering I'm maneuvering out to Budapest Got my baby mama duckin' the audit the IRS Been callin', tryna get into
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