Lyrics:
rosin up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy
I'd play Sally Goodin all day if I could
But the Lord and my
or I'd break her poor heart in two
(Hurry, hurry)
(Win a prize)
A let me tell you now,
I passed up a chance when I walked by a booth
(Hurry, hurry)
Fix your focus and ride, I want the bangers to bang
Or get hyphy with my *** up north by the Bay
Tryna twist in my whip, I got the big body Benz
'Cause
as I can fly
Life goes by on a Talihina sky
The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble
The knocked up girls, well, they've all got their share
bomboclaat
I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire
Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothin' but a bra, boy
I'm the real deal,
up like a drummer
When the music feel right with the vodka
Mix with tings you like, like my banana
Situation get hot like lava (oh)
Hey boy
of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
People are there who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as she bore me
She bought me
thinkin' about
Girls! Girls! Girls! Girls!
And when I pick up a sandwich to munch
A crunchy crunchety
A crunchety crunch
I never ever get to finish my
my heart get ready
You built my hopes up to the skies
And then you told me no
[Chorus]
Well, you really fed me quite a lie
You really snowed
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
People are there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.
there is no place to get filled
Up the way you could at John's
John taught me a whole lot about
Country music because he loved it
We'd sit up and listen
Two in their ass and one in their head
And bitch I ain't stopping 'till
I get this bread
I know that you heard me but do as I said
I'd rather be than
Yeah, here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun
He lived by himself in the swamp
He hunted alligator for a living
He'd just knock them in
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with
boy's got to look nuts
And that's the only word I can think of right now
On how to describe the shit
It's just like a vibe you get, go ahead and bob
down on one knee, but now
Who could've seen, you'd be so hard to please, somehow?
You feel like a poor boy, a long way from home
You're just a poor
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas run this
Bad Boy
D-P-G
D-P-G
Bad Boy
D-P-G
Cause everybody know that D-P-GC, Bad Boy niggas
in my heart I know it's a little boy
hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
a girl that lives up the block
Back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't
must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my
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