Lyrics:
are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
the shooters can get shot
Get shot quick
Even the shooters can get shot uhh
Tell em I got plenty arson to sell em
Heat by the fleet displaying it very seldomly
looked down and smiled
Said, "We can't leave her behind"
"Son, I know you don't want her to go
But someday you'll change your mind"
And Johnny said
thick, I'm the one you go and get
Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every
and frass
Mi go and frass
Seh yo are bad man
Tell me weh yo come from
Yo nuh see mi bomb 12 gauge yo run from
All you know is fi brag and run mouth
Seh yo
tight i'm gripping
That trigger finger itching, uhh
It goes... uh huh
It goes down in the south
The 12 gauge in the house
The sharp blades in the house
rage
Comin from the morgue foo, bout to hit your dawg too
In a haze mane I don't play they want to take my 12 gauge
Road rage, thought you mothafuckas
to the point, no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning 'em if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with
on the Real Thing
Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun
Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam
Honey please you're my daughter
I guess she forgot all
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is
The boys watch the girls while the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by
Eye to eye, they solemnly convene to make the scene
Which is
keep you by my side.
Ain't too proud to beg and you know it,
Please don't leave me girl,
Don't you go,
Ain't too proud to plead, baby, baby,
If you hear old Hank rockin'
A 12 gauge cockin'
You don't have to call the cops on me
Go back to sleep
There's no need to be alarmed
I know it's
Since the day I lost you, girl
I just can't face the world
I'm kind of feeling kind of small
I let you go one day
But now I'm ashamed to say
I
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
The girl was persuasive
The girl I could not trust
The girl was bad
The girl was dangerous
I never knew but I was
Walking the line
Come go with me
I
Chicago €“ so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, You're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
Chicago so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, you're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
There is somewhere, someplace
In this world I want to take you
Look out little girl, little girl
I am one boy, one boy in a thousand
That wants
are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes
the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
security to escort us
They go the long way but we take the shortcut
Give me the blonde hair, long weave, short cut
You know the flow sick, came in
Come along
Into the city
Where the girls are pretty
And you can't go wrong
Take your time
No need to hurry
Don't have to worry
Cause it
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