Lyrics:
can discern whippings
Pocket full of sunshine
(Little miss)
Who trying to catch a tan
Active in impacting plan
Ride or die
Fish a man
Vicious vigilant
beats are expensive
"You're getting a little defensive"
You made me aggressive
I guess I'll have a seat tho
I'm beating on the beat like a bistro
I shoot
God bless america
I love my country
I love my wife
I love my john deer tractor
You are such an actor
You don't love your country like I do
Oh i'm
to side
I hop up on it for a ride
I take his booty, now it's mine
I eat his ass like apple pie
I hop up on his jimmy, I be riding like a tractor
I fuck
We might pull out our shotgun
Shotgun a cold one
Bust some clay and let em' lay there
Scattered in pieces
We might jump on our tractor
Disappear in
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
need bout two Grand
Hustle ya nuh normal dawg
nuh, yo da hustle ya nuh human
Straight woman to we thing my lord
you should know by now we nuh do man
Gone Fishin'
Written by: Jeff McCool
Produced by: Jeff McCool and Wess Nyle
ASCAP publishing: McCool Media LLC
(CHORUS)
I'm up early in the mornin'
became the moss
And once all inhibition's lost
The hipsters made a mission to the farm
We drove by tractor there
The yellow straw replaced our hair
We
Another day goes by, and still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know, we won't let hatred grow, no no
Put
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Aw yeah
Yeah the mullet and the stache is a lifestyle
If you got it then you're right by me
Everybody in my city always at my
and
I drop a bar that might offend
All you little pussies should go hit your head
With a kitchen pan
Scared shitless till you piss the bed
Throw a fist
Soon the first little pig met a man with a load of straw.
Please, may I have some straw to build a house?
asked the little pig.
And the man gave him some
A beat by Verse.Com
Verse dot see oh em, ehem
All day listening to pro by the bench
I ain't talking bout the hate, very smelly like the stench
From
were never to know
So you're packing up your office just a little too slow
Because the man who'll take your place is drawn at the bow
We can't relate
A little chalk paint on the driveway,
with two old rockers and a front porch swing
And it may not look like much from the highway,
but it's a castle
rib-lickin' beer-drinkin' pig-stickin'
BBQ country style
Oh man wait a minute wait a minute Bill Bill don't do that
That's my good buddy Bill he drove my
I am an ordinary man
Except for one thing, baby
My brain is a fuckin' garbage can
And every time my heart beats
It pumps more bilge into the works
And scared me right out of my wits.
For weeks after that I was haunted
Though no one could seehim but me
Right by my side was the little blue man
strap or a gap for that trojan man
Lovin' it when you lick me low, or on top of me
So I'm ridin' it like a tractor, it's a factor
Can you feel me? Do you
through her earth
The way a jagged little pill
Shoves its way 'round the mouth of history
I love my mother like I love breathing air
Even when she bruises
and more sophisticated
And for a little cash , i'll be error free
I'll down load my selection
Bouncing to perfection
Just wanna be touched by an angel
stupid
It's all for the music my hood made me do it
It's just a dream until I change up the scene
I'm on my by any means
Microphone fiend walk to the booth
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