Lyrics:
Didn't take no time to find my wife
Or have forever friends
Crying whiskey and drinking tears again
Locked in jail for six more years
Got turned in by my
Riding tractors, I'm in the crops-rops-rops-rops
Life's a disaster, farms all I got-ot-ot-ot
I'm drinking whiskey, riding horses, this is sad-sad
the door flambeau
Then I ran down to Chinatown got myself some soy sauce
And grabbed some moo goo gai pan to go
When I got wiped out by a stray beansprout
I’ve sacrificed too much of my time in this shit
Not to pop this is just a little fizz don’t get red eyed I’m just trynna eat
Waiter waiter get the rib
R.I.P Lil Phat, we still counting backwards (faster)
Diamond rings on my finger, I'm a bachelor (I'm a bachelor)
College dropout, got the money, that's
back and her ass is fat as shit
All white toes and a manicure that hit
But only judge a set by how they wrap around my
Hol' up
Need some ones before
I lost my job and my dog ran off and my trucks broke down in the yard|My girlfriend's got her own girlfriend|Caught em making out at the bar|And my
Told her friends "call ya'll tomorrow when I get to my mom house"
They got right up out of there, took her to his side house
Soon as they got in
you super bitter
I got the water, do not mess it up, I don't like litter
Don't even call my phone
I'm going up like a drone
Safety orange like a cone
As I look at the clock, it's a quarter to four
I put on my uniform and head for the door
I stop by the bong and take a deep puff
Then I hit another
You've got me smoking in the shower
Drinking whiskey by the fifth
Taking codeine every hour
Just so I don't have to miss, you
I fell asleep with my
the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word then I'd much
last meal
Don’t sneak diss that’ll prolly get you killed
Melly Mel yeah that’s My dog 4Real
Yeah Ridin me n cous cus I kno he got my back
You kno it’s
Whenever my life's troubled
I got worries in my mind
There ain't no better medicine
Than three things to get me by
Country music, whiskey, and one
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ol' Dirty Bastard, go in your jaw, shimmy shimmy ya
Got the semi in the hemi, goin' "Gimme, gimme, y'all"
Pugilistic, my linguistics are Jeru
Yo get money get money get money get it
Every enemy turned to a memory ain't it
I got the recipe they sound like Sesame ain't it
I pen a movie while
příde domů uvidí je péra sát si - au (Tati!?)
Chlapeček se bude asi trápit
Zatimco bude spát tak ve snu bude mít jen ptáky
Chlapeček by vod mala měl
kicked straight out the club
I got too much drip
Could be London or Madrid
And I don't want no damn kids
So, please hop off of my dick
Yea, them bitches
on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch
the hopelessness holding to my head
Focus on honing the skill like a ronin a jonin no potions by my bed
And I know in time i'ma get it
until the end of time
That shit's dirty
Uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ayyeitsjustiin did what on this track?
Senior Kennedy
I ain't waiting on the waiter, put my own plate
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
what I'ma name you cause boy you be snoopin'
Soon to be hoopin' hoes I be scoopin'
First piece of ass before I got my first whoopin'
Cookin', bookin',
Yeah, she might know me
By the rowdy raise 'em up songs 'bout some honky tonkin'
Cold beer sunsets
Whitetails and blue-collar rednecks
She sees
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