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Riding our stick-horse around
Wishing it had its own will
And there's this boy by your side
Much more younger than older but then what is old
When
I mop wit it, bop wit it
F&n on me keep the Glock wit me
I'm talking 'bout a stick and a horse wit me (yeah)
Whole lot of money on the couch wit me
Aye
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Ah ah
Fly to a city I'd barely pronounce
Push to star V8 then we burning out
Horses and sticks man it look like a joust
Can't kiss
Come off your high horse, get that stick out your a**
I'm not waiting on your ego
I'll pass
Now you're not talking to me like you think it's gonna hurt
Boots spurs and a pearl handle cap pistol and a gold mine that dug in the sand
I rode the fence line in her backyard each day on a stick horse I
git me some of that hot horse
stick that apple pie into de oven...i need somethin' to chew on
An' don't talk with yo' mouth full...
Ah'm goin' go
when you give it a while
Her little man runnin' 'round out back
With a stick horse and a little red hat
[Chorus]
Jenny finally got her that
I learned back when I was six
Teachin' my stick horse to do tricks
Puttin' on a backyard rodeo
If I'd make him buck, hoop and holler
Grandma'd
the girl with the stick horse
is riding on the sidewalk
now listen to the jeer talk
jadabidebidej
she's at least half crazy
she's certainly a daisy
When I reach the end of Rodeo Road
Don't shed no tears for me.
When I reach the end of Rodeo Road
Set my pony free.
From a stick horse to a quarter
c herd of green stick horses with wild blue eyes
Swam over the road from truth to lies
To a field of red anemones under lavender skies
all real I'm not Israelian
(Mmmmmmm)
Whip got more horsepower than a stable
I keep a stick in the horse like it's
I pull 50 out
Yeah
I pull out 50
on a horse of destiny
And since it's all meant to be we ride so fearlessly
In submission on a horse of destiny
Stick to the path heroically
Let your cloak
son
A grand little lad were young Albert
All dressed in his best, quite a swell
With a stick with an horse's head handle
The finest that Woolworth's
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me
son
A grand little lad were young Albert
All dressed in his best, quite a swell
With a stick with an horse's head handle
The finest that Woolworth's
the stu, grab my lighter and rolled O
Rap in garages to doing a whole show
I keep a stick in the horse like it's polo
Brodie a baker the way that he pull
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
think I tripped up again
It doesn't feel like I can win
Like a stick on a dead ole horse
I've been thrown off my course
Had a dream and to be frank
It
think I tripped up again
It doesn't feel like I can win
Like a stick on a dead ole horse
I've been thrown off my course
Had a dream and to be frank
It
lighting up Ben ten
Got some call of duty poles you know my shit advanced
Riding out the horse holding a stick like it's a lance
I press the burner to your
the patches velour
I sent 'em, they split 'em, don't go back and forth
I got a stick, this bitch take down a horse (stick)
Basketball seats in the Wraith
Yeah
Tctanimal
Yeah
Yeah
Nigga try me be dead stick
Look at my stick dare diz
Holding my stick like a charlie horse
I don't have to fight a force
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