Lyrics:
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
fluffed his dove
When he wrote a tuxedo to the country club
He's in the jailhouse now
Now Bill had a gal named Sadie
And she said have you seen Billy
I've seen many countries
Argue about human lives
But one thing that stays the same is
The clubs are always full at night
Pick out any far-out place
mean to stare
But I been hypnotized by your derriere
Ya sympathize if ya man's a square
Baby, I'm a player that really don't care
And on a scale
a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer
Kick
dirty
It's Canada nigga, I got the country on my BI
Two bad women, I bet I can turn 'em bi
Hol' up, call me Mr cash Get It
Orange Lamborghini
Lookin' like
Yeah, one pen got the whole country on the edge of their seat
Them man can't play musical chairs with me (never!)
Nah, I don't wanna chill
[Bow Wow]
I'm that girl loving, car dubbing, rims scrubbing, teen
I've been bad to the bone, since I stepped on the scene
I've been club ready,
take you off road, all told, off load, by the crossroads
When you in the inner city, got them trigger fingers itchy
It ain't pretty, there ain't pity,
touch
Gave up on me like I was a bad drug
Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club
Our songs, our films, united we stand
Our country, guess it was
Don't trickle down not a bit of cash
Now we'er all eaten corned beef hash
Kids ran around wear'n osh b gosh
Swimming pools country club
I's a top hat man
your love going deeper inside
All I talk is cash shit, when I be getting lifted
Sucka' nigga try to take me out, then I'ma blitz him
Country club
Hasta luego
Bitch yous a fake Ho
Lean in my faygo
No I can't stay low
Had to go soarin up high
No you can't be by my side
Hasta luego
Bitch yous
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
bread to take me and you to London
And back to America and all over the country
She make me want to keep her close by
Like a side kick
She tha type
the Japanese, my friend
You ain't some shit
(Nah, nigga)
You talk and hit us, my nigga
But we're your donkey
In other countries
We then put them fuckin'
the club unless they find you
Know you heard about that lil' country nigga, boy, don't try him
Drop a ten on him, get him gone, ayy, we about him
Them
me how to play the piano and then
Every summer I was out in south ben
Grandpops a bartender at a country club
Me and my cousins from grand rapid
by)
And this is where the bomb goes off
We're backstage at the 100 Club
With Black Country, New Road
I knew their goal was not
To kill the president
I know you have a reason for suffering
I know you have a fire inside
Just know that I'll be with you
Just know I'll be by your side
CREEPIN THRU
and the Christmas tree girl
Left st. Ives found another world
Brother and sister side by side
With a crazy new town as there guide
Comedy clubs and shopping in
of em
He let me get everyone of em' and that's love
Now I'm sending off shots at a country club (die redneck fuck)
to illustrate
These metaphors in ways that we can all relate
And If you promise me to be an influence that's positive
We'll change the world by the time the dawn
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