Lyrics:
to the office.
You tried to call me,
Asked everyone around who saw me,
They didn't even notice.
You're on your way now,
Movin' with your parents to some hick
My pussy yeah you hick-ups
You thirsty won't you lick up
I'm a nutty little bitch huh?
You love me cause I'm NNUTTHOWZE
Go nutty on a bitch, why
FAA ?
si och så.
Bensin det kan den dricka så man tycker den ska spricka.
Men den brukar bara hicka säga (hick, hick, hick).
Och vill jag nån´ gång åka, ja
Woodpecker woman, chipaway, whittle, carve my name in a hick'ry fiddle
Dance all night, dream just a little, I go like the raven
Down in
should listen
Three chords and my truth is
I'm a good ole boy with a bleeding heart
Just a homegrown hick with a hybrid car
I think y'all means all
Hellbent, on all eight.
Hellbent, no time to wait.
Hellbent.
I lived fast, died fast and got out quick.
People will know me as a dragcrazed hick
of the hair of a millionaire
There's no trick gettin' some hick who is cool
Just a little warmer
A little brains-a little talent
With the emphasis
and fishin Guitar pickin or g
Granny Murls
Fried chicken
Its because Ive lived it
I aint bullshitn
Yall imma hick
With a draw
As thick as my
Nannys chocolate
let's start swinging. The ballcap hit the ground. Jeb charged without a thought. The haymaker coiled back, and launched Jeb's head off.
III) Hick
the coffins.
It reads no systole.
I spill scotch on the body.
Shit smile prom night.
Rational hick life.
Self-hypnosis guide.
Exuberance lactize.
I
in the country
But don't call me no hick
I've been through the thin
I've been through the thick
So you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach
juggling juggling your head
(Jed) You big fat redneck mounty ass hick
I'm a city slicker and I'm come to the valley and I'm gonna hit ya
and ya know
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
When you walking alone and nobody else really believes
Taye Hicks ahh
Lame ass niggas don't know shit
Lame ass bitches don't own shit
Taye Hicks be
flower
Pretend the clocks don't tick and people are hicks that just stare
I'll go in just a flick, I'll leave like a trick in the air
I'll go around
You Know You're Home
(Tim Hicks, Gordie Sampson, Steven MacDougall)
© Tim Hicks Music (SOCAN)/BMG Firefly / Dash8 Music (ASCAP), All Rights
I've seen inner city- seen hick I've seen hood
Now I'm stuck in the urban n I'm smokin a wood
Blunt when u spit n I'm tokin it good
I'm an empty soul
to hang with the freaks and the hicks
And the heat of the lot
You gotta learn what is and what is not
And you learn what isn't is not a lot
To drain
bitch from a hick town and I
Send her to get a table and break a whole half of brick down
Y'all niggas know it cost money to go to war
And I know a couple
That bitch gon' like my sauce
Cause I had to pop
Every heat comes first, fast
Ain't getting hick up cutes
Gotta get money like Pac
Nap just mix I
wrestling persona
Yeah like Kerry Katona
Bitches be crazy
Going Ka-Chicka
Like they're Chick Hicks
From Cars
Michael Keaton
He played Chick Hicks
He said
in this bitch a pushy
Caught in the hick with fit and switch they gon try to cook me
Dragon breathe 12 gauge set a nigga on fire
Scamming off that
people got the wrong impression
That I'm nothin' but a dirt road hick
They're never gonna see the real real me
'Till I give ol' you know who the slip
like hicks
808s and heaters kick, shooting like its R6)
Pure white snow, make it flip, like an acrobat
Black ARs, leather grip, with the drum attached
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