Lyrics:
your ass is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang
Take my belt off, bitch I'm Pootie Tang
Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today
Fuck that
company
I'm hopin' that you'll come back to me
What 'ya gonna do when the well runs dry?
You're gonna run away and hide
I'm gonna run right by your
Oh, it's cryin' time again, you're gonna leave me
I can see that far away look in your eyes
I can tell by the way you hold me darlin' Oooh
That it
make a big impression, yeah
But I know that all she needs is my tender love and affection
But she keeps saying
No one's gonna get it
No one's gonna
to pay for her fun)
I may forgive but sure as you live
Some day you're gonna be sorry you cheated on me
Hah little kidding
You're gonna be sorry sorry
good songs for winners
Ay, did you know
Some songs can corrupt your flesh to dust
The only song you should live
Are songs that you can trust
But, this time's the last time
That's for sure
You're gonna break my heart again
You never let me forget it
You're gonna break my heart again
But,
Told myself that I would get through this verse
And I'm not gonna mention the plane
But look at the plane, the fuck are we sayin'? (Yeah, what?)
chillin' in my, uh
Old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat
Step by step, ooh, baby, gonna get to you girl
Step by step
Rock
Step by step, ooh, baby, gonna get to you, girl
Step by step, ooh, baby,
price are you willing to pay
For a holiday from the Royal Tourniquet
So if your king is money
Then I feel sorry for you
And if you think that it's
(Jezebel) they call you Jezebel whenever we walk in
(Jezebel) you're going straight to hell
For wanton acts of sin, they say
And that I'll have
Looking through my new camcorder
Trying to find a crime that pays
I get hit by mortars, everywhere I go I'm loitering
Chaos and disorder ruinin' my world
nothing to lose but your soul girl
And you've only the devil to pay
You've been flying so high you don't know
That you're blind to the writin'
I'm gonna buy you a big hat with feathers an' plumes
I'm gonna buy you a mansion with sixty thousand rooms
An' that ain't all, no that ain't all!
Well, you come home feeling for the knob on the door
You better pick up your feet, you're gonna fall on the floor
I keep on telling you, I'll tell
I don't know, but I've heard say
That ever' little dog is a-gonna have his day
You'd better pay attention, don't you dare forget
Cause I'm just
good songs for winners
Ay, did you know
Some songs can corrupt your flesh to dust
The only song you should live
Are songs that you can trust
mistaken
You know she's gonna be here
I know she's gonna come
She must have a reason
I will understand
I know she'll turn up
By and by
I'll see her
got news for you
Baby, that I've made plans for two
I guess I'm just a stubborn kind of fellow
Got my mind made up to love you
Ah say yeah yeah
Hey little Walter
Hey little Walter
Walter listen
Hey little Walter
Something's gonna getcha, little Walter
Got myself a roommate, and Walter
Mm, mm, mm
Flowers in hand, waiting for me
Every word in poetry
Won't call me by name, only "baby"
The more that you give, the less that I need
pay
Child sitting crying by a life that's harder
He doesn't even know who is his father
to walk it by yourselves
Ain't nobody else gonna go there for you
You got to go there by yourselves
Yeah, we got to walk that lonesome valley
We got
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