Lyrics:
in my ear when they come by
They look at me like I'm an alien, a gypsy
I'm gettin started ima never let a hoe slide
This what I wanted so I do it on my
The Ballad of Country Club Dances
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
Springtime in slow motion is good for my soul
I'm only in it for the money, but
to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard greens
Money hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any means
Even if it means- we got to ride like
Man, see?
Get the cards, get those dogs
Eat you girls that I chopped and
I put in a box and sent
To another country not here, ah
Ah ah ah, don’t touch,
Shooting strides, snoopy take safety
Pulling up like he names James bond
Gimme luck dazed off in a pond
Hoe shut up don't need a ride along
Country club
fuckin shit was poppin
At the club St. Elmo's rockin
Mother fuckin shit was taking sides
Mother fucking shit was poppin
Ponied-Up. The Gulch did rock
a country club affair,
I'll fight for her love, I swear and I swear!
(Verse 2)
The groom's all smiles, with pockets full of gold, but his heart's as empty
witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
And leave you
surrounded by waterfalls
And mountains despite the fact I just mentioned, can I lie with you?"
Shit, we outside the club though
And I'm knowing what I'm
and think nothin' about it
We'll take yo' shit and think nothin' about it)
I'll fall off at the club wit' the thang on my waist
Lay down the whole place
enslaved
Your freedom provided by people in chains
Leave it in the past, but I'm here and I'm safe
Our country's the greatest? Hmph, no way!
Mascot, show
swinging with my caddy
Swinging with my caddy, I be swinging with my caddy
New country, new city, same goals
New curve to my swing, dropping right by
by choice
Never out of obligation
Country split, red and blue
Bipartisanship
Corrupt system motivated by the lobbyist
Running into buildings
Guess we
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin high
Ya feel it?
This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit
Word to god,
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin' high
Ya feel it? This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit word to God,
now (uh, uh, uh)
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin'
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
P-I-M-P (now, shorty)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry,
and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard greens
Money hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any means
Even if it means- we
You drive a baby blue Beamer.
I drive a pick up truck.
I'm a member of the good ol' boys,
you're a member of the country club.
You keep turnin'
me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin' perved and gettin' dubbed
Daps and hugs,
now (uh, uh, uh)
Mmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin' on dubs
Smokin' on dubs in clubs, blowin' up like Cocoa Puffs
Sippin' bub', gettin'
insomniac
No equality, no homeostasis
They judging by just looking at some goddamn faces
At clubs, drinks with some traces
Getting drugged by each other
boy my closet worth bought a key of coke
Ion even pour a deuce when I'm by myself it's a three of more
Ion never see myself going broke cuz I done
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