Lyrics:
Where I'd been murdered by a man with a beard
Where I’d been murdered by a man with a beard
You can't work out what they're
Thinking in their face
hate the pain
It’s 5 in the morning mans looking a mess
Bought 20 AU gonna have a fat sesh
Told a girl come over bring a nice dress
She was like (daddy
And I know they always see me because Mwanga too bright
And I'm always on the grind
Jealousy man I see it in your eyes
And I don't like it better put it
hold it down,
But I'm so tired, man, just did my thing, I ain't hold pain
Now, it's wood grain when I switch lanes,
Aye, my bitch said she want a wedding
Big Easy and I'm bouta punch in man
I'm nothin but net but you just a backrim man
I'm a boss and you just a lil kid man
Talk to me again I'm throwing
don't give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don't want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans up, make it
man, I wish you would (phew)
Smokin' on this wood 'cause I ain't feelin' good (uh-uh)
So demandin' (so demandin')
Everywhere in life (everywhere)
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man
CHORUS:
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from
Louis, ooh
He fruity, stupid
Jury on, taking pictures with a groupie
I move smoothly into the club
Like what the fuck up
Bars getting bought by me and
I'm
my eyes
As I sit on this bench made of cold-hearted wood
And the splinters go deep in my thighs
And the towel boy snickers as he walks by
niggas think you be is
Woke up out the door, in the wood, I poured eight (I poured eight, man)
Woke up out the door, in the wood, I poured eight
Fell
hot as a frying pan, 'cause baby I'm the man
And I'm leanin' like a kick stand, stackin' up them grands
From T Wet to Batan, that wood grain up in my
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
I'm ballin' baby ("big ballin'")
Gridiron on the beat
Big house, big car
Hoes everywhere, ice everywhere, money everywhere
I'm ballin' man, I
customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin
you're never safe around Whittlin' Man
Had a stump to sit on, had some wood, had his trusty knife
He whittled out a house, a car, and he whittled himself
Baby I'm the man
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
Baby I'm the man
I can't be your man
Ahh ahh
If you know I got to get it
If You know about me
Ole boy ole boy ole boy
Man I got to get it
Aye aye
If you know I got to get it
If you know I
her up twice
Then I feel it come up
Swim deep like Mike
I'm the player on the bus
You the bitch on the side
I don't wanna hear a fuss
When I ride on by
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm too done
I'm too done with the love
I'm just really tryna fuck
I just wanna have fun
I just wanna have fun, man
I just
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law,
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw,
Catch a nigga in these streets
With raspberries plump along the vine
When the snow is ten feet high
Just makes it harder to get by
The unsung hero, the working man
Hold your head up
that man to go to hell
But in these woods
Trash talk will get you nowhere
The forest creature leave you by yourself
But ya gotta get ready, ready for
chicks was in there freaking
Grinding off "As We Lay"
Walk with me why'all
Back in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping away
Pitching chains, playing
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