Lyrics:
scrub
But I make her scrub the ground (scrub the ground)
Straight up out that Norf Norf
Make your bitch my stomping ground (stomping ground)
(Norf)
of a hard work, country music, square dance
Hear cheerful horseshoes neigh old stomping grounds
Where the tree hills and blue skies meet marshmallow clouds
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
side and down
That earful cost me nothing,
Poor old Jimmy's paying for it by the pound
Everybody loves a baby everybody loves a child
Nobody wants
the ground 10 toes down
Ain’t no dirt on my kicks
We just BandoMisfits
Make it work we can’t quit
Stomp the ground 10 toes down
Ain’t no dirt on my kicks
Let's
blast off like a rocket
Hearing a bang, know I shot it
I'm with my bae with my shawty
I feel like Jimmy Neutron cause' Ima blast off like a rocket
Old
Jimmy and I were brothers.
We went down different paths.
Jimmy always listened to my mother,
And me, I never like to take a bath.
As we grew
me, be my guest
Jimmy Fallon
Uh, yeah, uh
Jimmy
Uh, Yeah
Jimmy Fallon
Uh
Jimmy
Uh
Be by guest
Yeah, uh
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
mission
West coast, east side, my stomping ground
Come around get your ass flatlined from
Niggas of that cracklines
Welcome to this wildlife
Steady living
but win the war
cause he knows what he's fighting for
jimmy rowe ain’t worth your time
the tables will turn as time goes by
at 10 years old I hope
each step
So many things in the past that you regret
Take a look at my stomping grounds
Where wandering lost souls haunt the town
You stomp both feet
gettin' hazy
And it’s amazing, that we made it out alive
Looking back on it all now
All the fun we had in this college town
My old stomping ground
It's
Choppa kinda old, but a new clip
Shoot your ass, put you on a news clip
Hope her two lips smell like tulips
Put you in the ground right next
know `Trix` are for kids
This is what the moral to the story is
(Ca$his)Re-Up!
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies
fine
The OG is sublime
And someday when I'm old I'll work my jimmy with some dimes
The secret to my mental is a demon and a shovel
Buried deep where I
Killers to Saint George's Town you know my
stomping ground [Bitch ] you know I smoking
on the Gorilla Glue why this [ BiTch] want
to know what i do In This
Feel like I should be bones
I feel like my soul is old my nigga
But this is the path I chose
Can't remember why I'm still pathing streets I roam
They
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
clowns puttin' in w-w-w-work
You think you're the shit 'cause you think you got the
Upper hand
But won't you come and meet my boy, The Strong Man
Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...
I'm right in front of my front
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there,
Paying court
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.
I peered in despite myself.
Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was there,
Paying court
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