Lyrics:
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These three will slide by and let them things spout
And if there's beef, we'll chop it and dump it with ease
Your drama is touching to we
It's live
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
made by God can't deny The curves on your waist I want wined
I said girl you make me telele Finger to these niggas like welele
Baby take my money, take
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But he
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish:
Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de
even called up this place
I saw you though, today, walk by with hippie Johnny
I had to call up and say how I want to take his place
So this phone call
even called up this place
I saw you though, today, walk by with hippie Johnny
I had to call up and say how I want to take his place
So this phone call
LIGHTEN THAT LOAD
I'm your honky tonk daddy down in Tennessee
I got this Gibson cranked up with these new guitar strings
I'll play you Working Mans
Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
They were true as a blue blue sky
He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye
But
hittas on standby
We sent that shit when y’all came by
N****s ran when we came by
Man I wish Bud would of survived
Now I gotta walk around with the nine
16
Johnny told his Momma, Hey Momma I'm goin' away
I'm gonna hit the big time, gonna be a big star someday
Momma came to the door with a tear drop in her
don't like you
I don't appreciate your tone of voice when you talking to me
Up in a tree
I am so free, caaaawww
Who want to breed with me?
Aaaahhhhh
bitches want me to spend money
Just to spread 'em like gin rummy
I'm Yah Yah, holier than Roshashana
With baby mamas that's pro-black like DeSada
The Lover
the trick
Behind the mic with a thizz face
You take your Mrs through my
Entrance thats a mistake
I got it bad like Usher Raymond
Middle finger
And when she tell me what to do be exact
While I usher you to your climax
Tell me what you want me to do
Tell me how you want me to give it to you
Tell me
Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
Said she want a bag and
She want my whole name
Nah, they can't contain
All my niggas throwin' sets up
I ain't with
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
Because His grace
Won't be abused
I feel weak
As month flew by
His heart was chained
With a few locks
Heavy drinking, smoking
Like and episode
I am a Disney usher
I'm barely scraping by
My discontentment comes in many shapes and sizes
But I woke up this morning
I told myself to try
I
(Real talk, Usher)
(Just Blaze)
(Give me that once)
Oh, oh oh
Mm, you're gonna want me back
Is the last words she said to me
Now, I
song by Tamia
It's a whole lotta money know these hoes love me like Bia
She know even if I'm fucking with her I don't really need her
Cuz I got hoes
now listen to the guitar playin'
Listen to the guitar playin'
One, two, three
Yo, now if you're hip to me then I guess you heard bass
But I got
-eight, and Johnny's blamed
Who that nigga, burn biscuit and spit flame
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches
that only want me for my riches, I
Ride or die riding in the coupe
Listening to Usher sing my boo ooo oooooh
All I really think about is you
Anything you want I get for you
Me and you
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