Lyrics:
muhfuckin
Billfold,
Yeah my wallet got bodies, bitch
Shit ain't sweet but
I'm smokin Biscotti, bitch
Shit be hitting like something off
Rocky, bitch
And I'm
You know who this is
Ah di c e o
Hmmmm
Here goes another episode
S...s..seems like
Tings a get cold
We nuh tough like
Leather like di billfold
out for long nights with many hoes living fast
I love watching billfolds extend, watch that shit amass
She think that this ride is free, baby no it's
to laugh
She got the goldmine
I got the shaft
Huh-hah, they ain't kiddin'
I got the shaft
But I don't have to worry
About totin' a billfold no more
to laugh
She got the goldmine
I got the shaft
Huh-hah, they ain't kiddin'
I got the shaft
But I don't have to worry
About totin' a billfold no more
up his billfold and threw a twenty down,
And a faded photograph fell out and hit the ground.
I picked it up,
He said, "thank you, bud."
I put it in
Move slowly to my dresser drawers
Put my blue jeans on
Find my cowboy boots, my button down
Strap my timepiece on my arm
Grab my billfold, my
be second runner-up Miss Ohio
Seven dollar bills rolled up inside my plastic billfold
Buy you a bagel even if it isn't day old
And you never ever
And he kept askin' me, "What kinda car you drive?
I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup billfolds
From all them songs that y'all done made"
And I
flows
That don't even make sense, like dykes usin' dildos
So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats
And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's
to the hills with my heels on
Where the feels ain't a touch to the billfolds
No copping feels from no Uncle Phil's, just Phil Jackson coach her
And get her
I got a hundred dollars smokin' in my billfold
I know I ought to save it, but it's burnin' a hole
Right through my pocket and into my skin
Come
saving
Eighteen wheels on the road
Rain, sleet, heat, or cold
Just trying to fill that dirty old billfold
Darling I ain't left yet
Still gotta cash this
me by
Billfold out deep inside
Amongst ID and credit cards
I reach in to pull out
A thousand words of photo art
Wallet-sized, never bent
'Til that metal bit into my wrist
They took my belt and my billfold
My fingerprints, and the profile of my face
And then they locked away the only
billfold
I cried oh, no, no
Good time Charlie got me, now I'm broke
But it was worth acting like a fool
Yeah, girl, I must have really showed you
And all my
My billfold doesn't have a prayer
There's Christmas catalogs everywhere
She keeps looking at the jewelry section
Cutting pictures out of her
I got a hundred dollars smokin' in my billfold
I know I ought to save it, but it's burnin' a hole
Right through my pocket and into my skin
Come
tighter, 'til that metal bit into my wrist
They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face
And then they locked away
to the poor my good turn for the day
Folded up my old billfold threw it far away
Lord I wish I had some guitar strings Old Black Diamond brand
I'd string
my wrist
They took my belts and my billfold, my fingerprints, and the profile of my face
Then they locked away the only hell my moma ever ever raised.
Yeah, Yeah
I found my billfold
I cried oh no no
Good time Charlie got me now I'm broke
But it was worth acting like a fool
Yeah, girl, I must have
my billfold
Ooh that's what I do when I'm drinkin' 'bout you
So, I don't wanna go downtown
Doin' what we used to
Twist the top off another round
I woke up this morning
My girl was not inside
Not inside my billfold
She's done me wrong allright
We've been all night a rockin'
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