Lyrics:
Make em turn over from the full-court pressure
to undress ya and shit all over your asses
I ain't playin knockin out at the Williams
I'm sayin, what's
One day you'll learn when you get burned
By then it will be too late you ya
Be too late for ya
When the fire spreads and burns, don't you know?
love you, baby
Don't you push me up against the wall
I ain't gonna jump every time
You need an overhaul
Maybe it'll take all night
But we'll do it 'til
goes so wild, goes so wild
Well, you kind of women tryin' to call your joy
By usin' your man for your whippin' boy
I'm gonna tell you babies, there'll
ain't gonna tell ya
What's right for you
Is it right to take the easy way
Close your eyes get on your knees and pray
Now you're saved by a higher voice
the night
And you just can't see it
I ain't gonna try and tell ya
You know the story oh so well
Everybody's out to buy and sell ya
You're gonna wind up
tell
I mastered this?! When i make money
Nobody gonna take from me, i'm a take all my
Money and feed the people that's hungry
That's my deed and when I
mm-mm-mm
Bring another half-a-pint
Now, an' I believe I'll get n' drunk
Baby, I'm gonna wreck this joint
Now, an' I love my moonshine whiskey
I tell
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
The Louisiana law's gonna get ya, Amos
It ain't legal huntin' alligators down in the swamp, boy
Now everybody blames his old man for makin' him mean as a snake
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
drop another one for Seventeen
(Jukebox baby) whisper to your daddy-o three little love words
(Kokomo)
How ya gonna get your homework done
When you
flowin'
So tell me how you like it babe
On the rocks, or straight up babe
Oh boy don't be afraid, I'm right here and I'm gonna show ya
I saw you there, I
the paper, and get a few other guys
Who want to play as much as I do
I tell ya, I ain't playin' no surf music
I'm gonna play some heavy music
I'm gonna
would be the case cause my clique ready to ride when I say:
Technicians!
Owoh! Owoh! Owoh!
Others ain't got a clue
They coming through
Suspicious
On the rocks, or straight up babe
Oh boy don't be afraid, I'm right here and I'm gonna show ya
I saw you there, I can't get you outta my mind, boy
Better go
gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin' to the broad day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Time's
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
Dope Shit
Make my mama proud 'cause my clothes fit
Travel 'round the globe, bitch, on my Lewis Clark shit
Don't matter where I live, 'cause I can tell
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
Dancefloor"
We get ta have the night of each other
We get ta enjoy our lives together
U ain't gotta tell me how ya like it girl
Cus I got what you want right
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
it living this life ain't
For everybody, but keep ya head up, ya
Mind right, and know that everything's
Gonna be alright
Keep ya head up
Ohhh child
back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for real
I'ma let you holla at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for real
Yo, Gruff, tell us more
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