Lyrics:
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
The Coors got me feelin' alright
The whiskey makes me wanna take a bite
Of your nittin' grittin' blue jeans
The best pair I done seen
The tractor's
spend it all
Spend it all
You will spend it all
Honky tonky country girls got me in a do-si-do
This blue jeans bunny hunny
She don't want to take things
life, I got what you need
That's my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That's my hoe, baby go bend it over
We made a mill off a trap phone
We made a mill
muthafucka,
All blue chucks and my chakkies in this muthafucka,
I'm lookin' for a thick one, he can't brown, she lookin' for the slim one,
Loves to go
her once and then I give her to the crew
Shorty she a dub, she in love with the blue's
Bitch I'm plugged in, no fuse, yea
I just went up, bitch I got
the Tyner meanin the real McCoy
I can't wait..
[Sleepy Brown]
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
Ooo baby, come on
Got plans
can't wait..
[Sleepy Brown]
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
Ooo baby, come on
Got plans tonight (plans tonight 4x)
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
home
Gotta raise my kids
Yeah my baby mama love me
And i love her too
I said please officer don't shoot
Don't shoot
Got my hands up don't shoot
I
She just wanna fuck me cause I got the blues
She just wanna fuck me cause I'm in the news
She just wanna fuck to make her nigga mad
Sheeesh
Baby
i just cry to ya
chris brown made it hard to say goodbye to ya
i still remember those days i got a dial tone
tears fallin from my eyes
but i held
So, I wanted to contribute
Myself i was writing
Down and putting all the
Categories together: 'Iain't-got-me
No-money, ' 'Iain't-got-me no-job' blues
them in by the caseload
I'm a boss like Rozay
Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll
We used to it, not new to it
Just stacking up the paper
Went from
tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
That's three muscles recertified
I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems
Yeahh Uh Yeahh Welcome To Brooklyn Maino Yeah Tru Religion
King Robin's Jean Fiend Black Gucci Sneakers With The
Red And Green Strings Hoody By Mavi
A little air across the breeze
And I said
Hey blue jean baby, tell me maybe
Can we dance all night?
You've got that summer love buzz
And that sundress
you home baby let's go somewhere
Name a place and I'll take you there
I got the blue strip hundreds so know I'll pay the fair
Don't you worry baby you
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
(Rok on the track, yeah)
High top socks with Gucci flips
Her ass fat, but is it real?
Stuff my jeans with nothin' but blue strips
And my pants
on occasion
And I've been here on stand by
And I'm still waitin
Life's barely getting started and you're already gone
Baby sis is in pampers and I'm only one
(what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why?
(what?)
Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (boy)
I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (hey)
My girls can't wear that, why?
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
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