Lyrics:
your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove
Jokah
Da'Zsan
Lemme talk to you
(Yeah)
It's those
Lips
The way they move when you talk to me
It's those
Hips
The way they swing when you walk to me
I
a laughin voice
Playin with the tractor toys
On a mountain trail
Runnin through the hail
That's where you'll find me
Can't wait when the fish is grillin
a nigga up failing drug screens for liquor
I'm a pistol toter on paroleuh
Watch what you say on Motorola's
iPhones'll get your i-fed what big homie told us
Chimney Letters (words and music by Marty Falle)
When I was a child on our Tobacco farm
I'd sit with my Mama and rest in her lovin' arms
cnd I'd
to wicked ways
Gotta love me, g-o-d no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last
swag (Swag)
(Yeah, Yeah)
Mood Swings, meine idols sind die Bloodys
Drive by, Challenger, ich slide mit mein' cuddies
Ich chill in mei'n Zimmer, ich bin
Swing off form old shit
I just do it on my own
Fuck off to the one's
Who hurt me dig deep
Down from my soul
Fuck a fake friend stab me
From the back
unuh blind Ah di way she a wine mek mi know she a mine mi a swing pan di line fi go gi yuh every dime An di chamber a slide n she right by mi side
Let me see you work that thing
Love the way I make you sing yeah
Back and forth like a swing
She call me king yeah
King of her love
King of her
rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
THINGS
I PAUSE THE GAME WATCH THE MOOD CHANGE
LIKE I AINT REALLY DO THANGS
I KNOW MONEY DO IT ALL THO
I JUST STACK IT REAL TALL THO
TRYNA FIND ME LIKE
impurities, um
Hoping that medicinal is curing me
I'm still the coldest nigga that's for sure like an insurance fee
Refuse to refuse to lead, I'm reusing what
The pendulum leading so I may be fed
Step by step, watch it swing to the left and the right
Follow the sound, echoing down, follow me into the ground
You're
Dear God
I straighten the crooked cart
That ma always leaves in the middle of an aisle
Hold my pocketbook
Watch my pocketbook
My mother chides me loudly
heart broke by a few hoes
Its cool bro cause I still got a heart full of gold
Can't nobody break me or push me off my throne
Imma stunner, imma knockout
that healthy butt
[Chorus 3]
Shake your bootie cutie
And show me you can dance
Come on, sexy belly baby
I want to watch you swing your pants, yeah
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by
As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing
So if you don't want trouble then you'd better just pass me on by
As far as I'm concerned there ain't no excuse
For the raping and the killing
dead bodies never bothered us
At the park was a thing, but we skipped the swing
Very place I first seen my first triple beam
Dirty game, pillow
to better to do
Squeeze me in tight
Shake through the night
Swing and do the dip
Now watch my lips
And shake those snake hips
Ahhhh, woo hoo woo hoo
Ahhhh,
sweat, move low-key
Disrespect, and that's on me
Who that boy right there, better watch him, yeah
Better speak up, I'll pop him, yeah
Feelin' like I ain't
Ropes around my neck, kick the chair
Watch me swing, watch me swing
Thru the air
In the front in the back doin this doin that
In an all black Pontiac
lemonade?
I swing that door gave me energy
You can get served, find yo inner J
How my heart frozen should it melt, fill a lake
Is you geeked up, Bitch I might
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