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Standing by the window questioning if dad is ever going to show up (up)
Isn't something he's gon' have to worry about
Don't get it twisted, that
estates
And I own an island
And my best friend is Taylor Swift
And we're both in the Illuminati
Novos Ordo Seclorum
And you know I don't pay taxes
You don't
lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale
And i don't run the crack spot
Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop
One
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
nigga on this shit like Charmin
Ooh my bitch got a rack, Dolly Parton
Fuck her all night long to some Marvin
Fall asleep in the pussy good lawdy
Woke up
Is we're still good friends!
Nothing can kill good friends!
Where there's a will, good friends
Don't need success to survive!
And us, good
Cool umm, the next song we're gonna do
Is a song by a really good friend of mine
He's actually featured on my
Original Black Radio album
He co-wrote
to her
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no
singers with the golden fingers
But way down deep inside
I'm begging Dolly Parton if I'm hurtin'
Charley's pride.
Chorus:
You're my favorite star
Even
gotta get an album out
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart
It's
and twelve was the
Year that we lost her
Twenty years previous she was in
The Bodyguard with Kevin Costner
She had a big hit with
A Dolly Parton composition
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
never even called me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings.
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
And you don't have to call
and down for yes, and side to side for no
Right, okay, erm.. Redman, I hear that you're a rapper
If you had your chance to create your own album
In your
to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certin sign
That you feel as fine as you look
Dolly & Ambrose:
Beneath your parosol, the world is all a smile
That
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
soon
She like, "you're being rude"
I'm like, "but I mean it's true"
Dolly Parton I play a part in this country
Music is my weapon that's why they put
he's been snatched by me now
We are full search, for sure
He is so totally tubular, (we want your guy)
Who is, who is that? Who else is on the line?
songs
But that is where, my friend, you're wrong
It's all like some trophy to be won
So the country music family's a joke
It's like some not-so-funny
everything
You're vanilla ice cream to my apple pie
You're the shooting star in my nighttime sky
You're the Dolly Parton tattoo on my thigh
You're the "Do
*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
when they hold down
The ones that I love most becoming ghosts now
Mama was a rolling stone, Daddy was Motown
Dolly Parton playing at the silverfish
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