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like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our
nuts in my hand
The punks want to front cause I got my own band
Goddamn I'm the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don't stink, like eli's does
make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free, she gon'
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this

And throw that back, throw that back
Don't be scared, bitch throw back
This dick right here is cleaner
All my b****es get together, go crazy to this

And throw that back, throw that back
Don't be scared, b**** throw back
This dick right here is cleaner
made
People passing by
Used to stop and say
My oh my
That country boy can play

Go go, go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go go!
Go Johnny go go
of the land and her hair fell over her shoulder tied up with a black velvet band. 

So come all ye jolly young fellows I'll have you take warnin by me
to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry

We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
Always
everything and some, yeah
Two girls that's a tandem
She gon' do it all for me when them bands come
I got it all, yeah I'm young, rich, and handsome
This
young to marry

The big bee sucks the blossom
And the little bee makes the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money

Take
a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton

And the rich man makes the money

[Chorus:]

We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot
knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot
girl with your ponytail
Takes me right back (when you were young)
Throw your precious gifts into the air
Watch them fall down (when you were young
a b**** suck my dick huh?
And I bet she f***ed the whole clique, huh
By the way n****, you should f***in' quit, n****
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
And if life a bitch suck my dick huh?
And I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh
By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga
Just forget it, you
and now I'm gonna
Throw it away, I'll throw it away (yeah)

Prime select and a box of glazed, pulling fly-bys on days
When we were young and innocent
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
a rubber band, pop a rubber band
Shawty won’t let go cause she know that I’m the man
She say she wanna bounce, hold a puppet in her hand
And I pop
I just tally up the digits
He count it by the band
I just count it by the midget
If we on the same accord
I'll take you out that Honda Civic
Fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
Front porch sittin' in an old rockin' chair
The sun is hot in the Texas sky
Garden growin' clothes out on the line
Dusty road when a car goes by
you needed 1000 ounces
Cause my young nigga finna go snatch 'em
Plug, gotta tax em
Calling the plug for ransom
Rich nigga pull up in Phantoms