Lyrics:
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like a blue print trial
Now you 'n' me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone
a chick back like a blue print trial
Now you 'n' me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone Sean combs
Sippin on Patron
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
Fellows, if you're arn
I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones.
Once he had the blues
So he took a cruise
Far away from
Vote
Vote
Vote
Women of America tell you
America is not a democracy
We women of America tell you
We don't work for the aristocracy
We women
living in California
Everybody wanna visit for (women, weed and weather)
They come for (women, weed and weather)
(For the women, weed and weather)
From
though, it's never enough
10 milli on, that's a must, living in California
Everybody wanna visit for (Women, weed and weather)
They come for (Women, weed
Fellows, if you're arn I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones
Once he had the blues so he took a cruise
Far away from
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like a blue print trial
Now you 'n' me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone
up
And there's been a change in plans
'Cause I love women my mama can't stand
I love little tank tops
Tight fittin' jeans
Blue collar babies who
send me down by the scarecrow
And they say hey boy
You better picking bluebirds all day long
It's about time you really got it on
And I know you brothers
the blues, blues, blues (Blue Hundreds)
Home girl countin' on the flow, (Hold Up)
Partna wit the drako by the door, (Hold Up)
Main bitch bangin' on my line,
Said I'm almost crazy, and I'm all here by myself
Said I'm almost crazy, I'm all here by myself
Ah these women 'bout to run me crazy, Lord she's got
the one I love, is leavin' me all alone.
People the worried blues, stood by me the whole night through.
The worried blues, stood by me the whole night
lotus feet of my Divine Mother
Engrossed is the bee of my mind
On the blue lotus feet of my Divine Mother
So what I’m doing that by singing that
Now I’m
We want our money in pink and blues
We want our money in pink and blues
So many women to pick and choose
So many women to pick and choose
Keep
She drives an old truck it's a blue Chevrolet
She keeps her hair tied in long velvet braids
Kicked out her old man and burned all his clothes
Now she
you can
Don't take too long
Wine, women and song
Give me a rock and roll band with a mean and dirty blues guitar
Take me to a dance hall palace with
are doin' a sin!
Sing 'em, sing 'em, sing them blues,
Let me convert your soul!
Now one sister by the name of Sister Green
Jumped up and done
Give me gorilla women and bear women
Give me penguin women and wolfhound women
Blue whale and badger women
Yeti, yak and bison women
Give me caribou
at my funeral
Make sure them pretty flowers lookin’ beautiful
Don’t be blue at my funeral
Everybody rockin’ blue at my funeral
Blue at my funeral
I get to flexin women be checking
Bruh I be doing the most
Yeah uh
Got cash on me, blue tinted
Trap phone and a tool with it
I'm bout that bruh I'm
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