Lyrics:
Fig wine
Liquor made of maple flowers
Blue skies
By that I mean sun not showers
Big boots
Only keep getting bigger
Miss home
I'll go sit by the river
Got a big dog, big dog imma sick his ass
Call up Swerve
Spin his block like a ceiling fan
I Got a boot
I ain't talkin' 'bout Timberland
762 With
too shall
Pass me a beer, good buddy
'Cause I'm soaked to the bone and my boots are muddy
From walkin' through the rain of life's big storm
Well,
rocks
Wanted by opps
Had to make the drop
Money make her pop
Bussing O in the lot
Running from the cops
Pay for what I got
Dope boy knot
I'm the big shot,
High step in my timberland boots
Try flexin my niggas get loose
Dry by with yo bitch in my coupe
She
Throw neck while I put it in cruise
High step in
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Here come's the rugged one, plus the way I flip it
I collect the loot and then I knock the boots
A smooth dark lover, prefer to be called
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to crush tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still a hater
a player, I just fuck a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down to fuck tonight?
Hey yo, I'm still not a playa but you still
ya she could hold her own
Pretty as peach, tough as a boot
She's country down to the core
Little crazy, little sweet
ain't nothin' that can beat
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look at my crew
I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy
John Wayne
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
kit
Fur boots, big chains, syringe Ima hit
I'm a bad ass bitch, but nobody can take it
Waxed up pussy, but it's locked like a cockpit
These double chin
just an ego in big boots
Strong willpower but a hard truth
Are my dreams to big to pursue them
Am I just a loser, a loser?
Nobody told me it was so hard
Black boots, black pants, black hoodies, black masks, black gloves we dressed up like crows
Dark nights, dark days, dark souls, dark shades, dark
a breadwinner so I'ma eat
I'm a breadwinner so I'ma eat
If you don't eat then you die in the streets
We just try to get richer and stay on our feet
Got to eat by
fine, crack open a cold one with us and enjoy the Ride
Brought to you by N-Sayne Entertainment
Time to wake up smell the coffee beans and feel the rush
the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So
seen.
'N the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'N the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'N the big floppy boot stomped down into
with big boots (yuh)
Stand on my money, I'm 10'2" (yuh)
Play with the kid, they come get you
Come take you out like the rent's due, uh
Yeah, smokin'
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
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