Lyrics:
country music promoter in the
world. A great big hand there he is
Here's a song that we titled an album by hope ya'll remember
It called I Take A Lot
The promoter says he wants to cancel
Cause there ain't enough tickets sold
The air conditioner on the bus just broke
And I can't shake this cold
king in the streets
I know some of you dudes may cruise a foreRunner
But Christ had the dude He used as a forerunner
And no promoter gunna cut it like
a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
Take me on a trip, I'd
was stacked eight deep
In a Packard limousine
And we met this promoter in
The town of New Orleans
Well, the man told daddy that
He had what it took
against you
Everything happens like it was meant too
I ain't tryna sound like a promoter
Bitch I'm tryna sound like Yoda when I
Say tonight is gonna be
the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats (where you at, blud?)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York,
promoters that I'm coming
Park me in the front, leave the shit running, here's 100, what up?
Flip your bitch like a coin, better call it, nigga
She got
war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily
war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily
war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said, "I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes, I think it can be very easily
insane (crazy!)
Not to mention all the vultures, the scandalous promoters (okay)
Crabs'll try to sue you, magazines'll misquote ya
Most of these label
the seventh son
And they were both out on Highway 61
Now the Rovin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who
Give your sound man a c-note to cut your mic off
The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off
After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off
motherfucker man
Fuck a piece I want the whole motherfucking thing
Can you hear me?
Go tell the promoter hundred racks for an appearance
Go play in another
Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely
See us out here racing yachts like 'fuck the police'
Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we gettin' money
Once promoters say my name,
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
how I get these mills
And still live like a stoner
No other way, I get a 100k from each promoter
Or more than that, hold up
Money long it don't fold up
tomorrow morning for work"
And the promoter says "Man
Once you're in they all lead out
What's the matter man, ain't you heard?
There's a war going
Everything on me, run and tell ‘em that
Promoters booked a couple shows and
I’mma get it back
And what I’m smokin’ on is so strong
Them niggas
as when I
Say my niggas eatin now
Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now
Pina colada papers
Smoke the garden of eden now
Taylor gang is what we bleed
nightly
Louie be carry on, I travel lightly
Promoters throw me OZ's
They think of us highly
If I'm in it that mean it's custom prolly
Plus my ho exotic
of Naked Lunch
Or making a friend like Stephen
Pavlovic - our Australian tour
Promoter who sent me a Mazzy Star LP on
Vinyl, or playing "The Money Will
Roll
you feeling like you on fire
Nigga
If you thinking we thirsty, cuz, you right
We looking at your watch and
Chain like that's a S-type
Promoters saying,
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