Lyrics:
shinin' and all ya'll
Sayin' ya'll down like really
These boys Milli Vanilli
Talkin' ain't really sayin' nun
Hope my heart don't get chilly
Cause I've been
week
All the country boys and the country ladies
All the way gone, halfway to crazy, woo
Tan legs swinging off the back of a tailgate
Reeling me in
dig
You see the watch stay glissy, feeling like Ricky Ross
Need a milli vanilli to get Iggy Off
I’m really affiliated, I’m serious
I’m no idiot, roll
a bunker every day
On the computer earn my pay
Look through the window at the tree
Count every day in binary
At night I dream
I'm a boy
With a home
Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco
on the screened-in porch
And I stared out past the shade tree
That my laughing daddy planted on the day that I was born
And I let time go by so slow
And I made
I'll never be the same, breaking decency
Don't be tree trunk; don't fall on my living roots
I've been humming too many words, got weak self-esteem
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
look pretty
Elevated Smart and Witty
Bounce that Ass and Rub your titties
PBC and Conceited like Flo Milli
I'm the Top bitch in your city
Lame ass Hoes
My girlfriend left me for a seven foot Indian
My grandma hung herself on a tree in the Caribbean
My sister's on the dope and my brother always picks
melt
Bust down your wrist in the summer there's ice on your heart I'm a let that shit melt, let's Go
Lost boy I don't really need no sleep
Lost boy I
Think I'm getting over him
The sap is risin' in the tree
The blood is runnin' in my heart
Brings desire back to me
I wonder who will the next
Swing boy swing. Swingin' crazy scene.
Swing it against a tree. Swingin' crazy scream.
your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
They're both fixed by their fixation
They're both fixed by their fixation
Poor he, poor she
They're both barking up the same tree
If they could only
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger"
So he cold dashed and ran around the block
Cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw
made a nest in my oak tree
Oh, I know what that means
Black honey drip from the leaves
The rarest thing that can ever fall from a breeze
Dripped onto
I'd build a house so that we could stay
I wanna live in that memory
Of you and I by the willow tree
Forget the rush under city lights
The faded dreams
I'd build a house so that we could stay
I wanna live in that memory
Of you and I by the willow tree
Forget the rush under city lights
The faded dreams
titties
I sing to your bitch like I'm Milli Vanilli
She ready to go so I let her Free Willy
Niggas be cappin' don't let it offend me
'Cause these niggas
pill flippers and killers
I chill in the slum, concede with my plug, I made a mil using my skillet
Get lean by the tub, I'll show you some love
You cop
Come on Mel, how about pulling a cracker?
By the look of you darling I think I already have, get it?
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
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