Lyrics:
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
Til you see 'em on the real
Then you find out they a bitch ass nigga
Just with a record deal for real
The internet gon' get these niggas killed
Hide
Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know!
[hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho!
Pussy Nigga
[x4]
[chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice
Can't pull my dick out, cuz he got my dick in a lip-lock
Man, I'm just sayin' though get off my genetalia
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no
I'm drinking that George Jones
Chase it down with a Wynette song
Burn a little Willie Nelson all night long
Putting Ol' Waylon on
I'm going to get all
has a life but not everybody be living
Gotta get up out the box, gotta push it out past your limits
But you'll never find yourself if you scared
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
Drink a few beers,
(oh, ethell!)
Ethell, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm glad we could have
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
to hope
You have to give up on yourself, before you will be excited
About the hope that is yours in Christ Jesus Amen
This is George Jones, to the 3rd power
Smalls
Every mornin', nigga, I get blazed, ayy
Women, weed, and weather, nigga, if you bored come and join the wave, ayy
Girl, what is your name?
swear I keep it real
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
It's signed and sealed, you the only female
Hell, my one and only pal come to get me
you do
Now I'm drivin'
Your ghost ridin' shotgun with me
This ole throttle wide open still can't get where I'd like to be
The good Lord only knows where
tip your hat to the teacher
Ernest Tubb - Waltz Across Texas; George Jones - White Lightning; Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight; Tammy Wynette -
to cry with dry eyes
But if you ever see him
He'll tell you that he's doing fine
As time goes by it slithers
And frame starts to wither
But rust can't
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
I represent where them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm-twist
Ribs cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!"
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
ho?
No you might offend some women.
So basically we can't sing anything?
I think that a bunch of bull biiiip.
Softer George it's more effective.
Mothaf**kin’ George Bush
A proper American.
Home state be Texas,
Running mate be Cheeney,
Don’t call him Dick -
Otherwise he will get meany.
Knocked out Bill
from Texas so Ima represent
What the hell do you mean
It's Montana demon
Got some j's on my feet and a crease in my jeans and The watch on my wrist
the map
An she got a name that a nigga can’t pronounce
When she suck my dick I get cum all in her brows
Road trips in Texas man you got to stop at bucees
woah
Bread and butter, need my chips, doe
Check it off, it's my on my list, oh
I'm just steady getting' rich, glow
I told you, these niggas can't see me
the Glock can't solve
This a hit it circulate it revolves back around till all you niggas fall
Team in motion no we never gone stall
Walking tall two by four
a call, give me a call
So I can do some damage to you
[Mike Jones]
I need you bad girl I'm horny as hell
I need yo love so hit me on my cell
Girl give me
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