Lyrics:
Dolly Parton
Twist of Fate, Jeff Hardy, I'm Marcus Garvey
With a splash of Steve Harvey, I'm in the garden
Cutting green killing snakes with some New
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
macaroni pans
Do the baloney dance, it's always hard and sticky
When I die bury me between Dolly Parton's tiddies
I'm a sex cymbal
I'm a freaky hi-hat
face could go where milk cartons be pockets on swole told the banker dolly parton me
I fell in love with them hunneds i fucked up the game now its right
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
in no hero
Fuck me til i go to sleep
Dolly Parton pardon me
Nose bleeding in the sheets
Artificial blood in me
You're the girl that cry wolf
Silver
have to play the game what
Is that game? You're allowed to
Be pretty and cute and sexy but
Don’t act too smart don’t
Have an opinion don't have
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
Maybe my life is relatable or it's just entertainment to you
Either way I can't change it
We do this shit on the daily
No singles
All albums
And I don't
Crispy currency is my smell
And the body's packed well
Can't you tell, Spinderella got new clientele
Well I'm livin' swell, or should I say swollen
I
Here we go
Yeah
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it's not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
But death is turning, so definite, wait!
They got me all hooked up to some machine
I love you, Bean, didn't want you to know I was struggling
Feels
I'm coming down, dolly, coming for you
Don't you start moaning now
I don't want yo hurt you, just wanna taste you
Down here
You're looking so sweet,
my zone, zone, zone, zone
Zone)
I say, he's so sweet, make her uh huh
Remix, baby!
Lollipop, lollipop
Breastses just like Dolly Parton
She ride my
to admit, she back on the kid
Like back givin Brim, for bag & the rick
Wiser then Penny I already hit, like already ript
Like Ham on the pist
I can do bad by
Black tie, business suit
Cycle off to college soon
But first I'll see you at the moon
The drop of this album
Is just another chance to get the bag
And in
juice and gin (Aye)
Cover her in specimen (Wink)
That boost my adrenaline (Win)
Her hair look like pussy (Pink)
Her tits Dolly Parton (Big)
Them things
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
friends
They all just parted on me
I bought her fake breasts
She went Dolly Parton on me
I got the whole party on me
Carbon on me
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
always tipsy move from place to place like I'm Gypsy
White girl like Dolly Parton big tits she from Poughkeepsie
I'm psychotic damn sure ain't in my right
play with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm
All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't
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