Lyrics:
Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman and you
feel them thangs
If you want it, you can get it baby
You know you need to get low
Duck Down! (Duck Down!)
Yea we gettin' set to get rid of y'all that's
go with all the bitches that you came with
I know you've been going through some thangs, wanna get away
Baby let me be your vacation
The other
proud that it is makin' way for you
[Chorus]
I got sumthin' for that ass (I got sumthin' for that ass)
You could feel it in the car (you could feel
proud that it is makin' way for you
[Chorus]
I got sumthin' for that ass (I got sumthin' for that ass)
You could feel it in the car (you could feel
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
holla at your boy
You can spend the night, we at the Elroy
Doing things that we shouldn't, couldn't
Girl you got that good chocolate pudding
The best
can tell by how I flex
That it really paid off
How you got opinions
But you ain't got no bag
I don't wanna hear it
Unless you tell me where the stash
be throwed up
But still Andre got action they Sweat like Keith all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine thinkin' that you
Got's
the Mornin.. I got that Grey Pupon You've Been Warned, You can tell By the Horn it's a Foreign.. Inebriated off the plates alleviated mistakes anticipated
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
New cars got that, good weed blow that
Bag bitch yessir, og for sure that
Used to stay
the fact that both of us was wrong
Both of us was wrong
You're talking right to me
But you really ain't saying a thang
You're pouring muddy water on me
thangs, there goes your brains, now
His girlfriend's Lois Lane and if you **** with her
You must smoke Cocaine, brother
Why would you **** with his?
at Chipotle
Spent another sixty thousand on a Rollie
All my diamonds got you brainwashed
She sucked my dick and got my brain washed
And for the shit that
De-DeCicco on that beat
I hang and I bang with
Them thangs in the street
My name, yeah, I rang, when I sang
They repeat for da' rings by my chain
You get paid
baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (ow)
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
Girl I want you
're a liar)
I just wanna look good, man so I got one
(That's a lie)
Like that, we be cold gettin money at Rush, man
Jewels be them thangs (you're a liar)
Rings
And now off you go everything's better on Idaho
Don't care what the nayers say it's just a game that they all play
Last night on Cherokee saw things no one
last song
Love thang
What I got for you is a
Love thang
Ahh I think it's time you knew
Love thang
Ahh you're driven me insane
Love Thang
With that love,
I love girls
Girls girls girls
Girls I do adore
I love girls
Girls girls girls
Girls I do adore
I gotta girl out in Idaho
Yeah she got the tightest
enough bank to split
Creep with me
Through that immortal flow
Thug passion got you tremblin', like Death on the Row
Make your move
So I can throw
lames leave me alone
I'll be servin' it for certain 'til the day that I die
You got that reggie for the low I got that fire for the high
Niggaz travelin'
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