Lyrics:
[Intro]
Mach, Mach
MachGang
[Chorus]
We plotting our M on M on M on M on M on M on M
Don’t care ‘bout bitch, we tryna get rich, we focused up we men
hands on us men like seven ‘til
She dresses like the sexin' type
Who will, get a guy to wreck his life
By, slippin' up and givin' up
What he should
Uh
Inconsistent niggas scrolling onna gram lookin at shxt to mention
That's how yu know they really fans most of these men is bicches
And Ian postin
to the farm, wait no mice of men
They always playin our whole team, Like we ESPN
She better slide up
I got those paragraphs lined up
We drinking to our sorrows
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent;
gotta work now and build your house..
Men I feel alive...I wanna shout..
Joy in my heart...I'm gon wear my crown..
Jump on the sound.. ain't no rebound..
men, I had to share parts that scared me
From my own life so the trauma won't impair me
Shakiah says it all the time, build with sincerity
So many men I
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sew a bit
Though mom does too I must admit
multiply it by two and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end I
and flowers
I help my mother with the chores
I wash, she dries, I do the floors
We work together
I shop and cook and sew a bit
Though mom does too I must admit
livewires
Quick to do a drive by
Wherever you got Wi-Fi, lit, like a powerline
Get right in a line of fire
Cocaine on the table make her get
Down
damn sure can't take the weight
Momma had to hustle cause my pop was jive
Momma had 1 son 2 jobs
What a woman! Come from where the
Women gotta work like
neck and wrist iced all up
But y'all should be inspired men
And wake y'all up
And prepared you to look like
I won't break y'all up
Haters stand by, wit'
final, and he is certain, his greatest work.]
Since the time when ra and isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And apollo dreamed athena
And men
you shake hands with the people you see
And watch the kids dance round that big Christmas tree.
You ask about work and you ask about pay;
They'll
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
Lester Cousins left his brothers on a work truck filled with others
'cause his father?d left his mother years ago
We waited in our summer camps, we waited all summer long
To be paid for the bloody work we had done
I fought with Freeborn John, I fought with
men) (Repeat 3x)
Day one...
I wake up to the sun in the morning after justice hour
Refinement is in order so I bust this shower
Get dressed but
see
Tell us of triumphant music, the brass sounding trumpets, tell of the welcoming choir
Tell us of majestic men, mighty in valor riding on chariots
die, 'cause I'm not here by myself, I'm not here of myself
You can see that God must be back in me, otherwise
Where would I get the strength to say
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, didle didle deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
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