Lyrics:
a saddle hmm
I'm her brother from another mother
I'm from Manitoba
Got her jacket on she ready
You know it be colder
Drinking beers and chugging coolers
We
and you know I'm you're Jodeci
You got your name from overseas
We don't do plain Jane, get her new VVs
Let her watch Dora on big TV
By the way I growed
My inspiration every time a brotha stand in the booth
For real, yeah, get better day by day
And I won't let these other women get in my way
I want you
I ain't defined by the many crimes that I committed
I hear the voice of a stranger saying you finished
I feel the weight of a thousand pounds I ain't
Manager Mo, hehe, Simone..
And you don't stop
Yo here's a little small promo..
Bust it, listen MC's, or get broke
The mic I strike and all that's left is
to lay ya
(And when I come over)
I'll get you right
(I will)
Get you right
(I will)
Get you right
We can do anything that you want to do
a while, then I started walkin
I heard the ladies say, "Look who's talkin"
That's right, baby, you can leave me alone
Cause if you can't please me, don't
never heard a waylon Jennings song
She’s never been a fan of
Willie Nelson so there ain’t
No way in hell we’ll get along
She told me she thinks country
these motherfuckers want to mug me
Okay gun play at the one-way one day with you
But I'll do years, if I bust these niggas
Keep point four-five
happens every day,
And I don't get no breaks,
I don't get no breaks
2nd Verse (Casino)
What the hell you white folks mad about,
throwing stones from a safe
sergeant for a dream
I been drillin it
Chillin in the back
To the nines
Like willie nelson
I'm ill son
Whassa deal son
You lookin pale son
You need
don't know what that over the border shit be like, that shit's a hassle, nigga
That shit's the worst shit you can think of
Uh
One Umbrella, shit
I
care? I fuckin' don't
Y'all make it rain, I'ma damn cyclone
Bad to the bone with a big ass bong
Smokin' like a Willie Nelson song
Tattoos I got them
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
and I want it, homie
I'ma go and get it you talk shit
But I done did it and
I'm never gon' forget it
Got my logo on my fitted 'cause
I'm all about my
they ain't on shit
Get killed on the set
Pushing you off if you still on the fence
Come from the gutta was raised by another and then I found out my
Ridin' round my city, blowin' smoke out the window
Hammer tucked, lungs filled up with indo
BoutaDolla, get you served like a fiend
I got Molly, I
the taste
I just don't get it
I've tried everything
Slimming World
Weight Watchers
Even those awful aerobics DVDs
And I've still got a flabby belly
Have you
Tray's mom
I'm the bomb you could call me Na Palm
1st amendment dead you can't say what you want
Cuz everything is PI
Word to TI
So many times felt
to
Look a hell of a lot different when you're sober
I don't fuck with gettin' pulled over
'Stead let's drink this Cherry Cola
'Cause objects in the mirror
a jungle sometimes like Melle mel said
I was pulling strings for rock like Willie nelson
First time I went on the road I Brought my nigga ellyson
Second time
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
Chasing the prize what is life gone be
Hustle and grind it's all eyes on me
Let me paint you a picture
Black skies, illuminated by cosmic fissures
Wordsmith
might be surprise
By the lengths I'll go to properly give you your prize
You gonna like the sights of what lies between my thighs
Turn me over real quick
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