Lyrics:
She's my corn-fed, farm-bred, hot-legged honey, honey
She's my corn-fed, farm-bred, hot-legged honey, honey
She knows what I need
She's my
réflexions
Pop-corn dans mon salon
C'est le jour des réflexions
Pop-corn dans mon salon
Dans les nuages
Il est temps de prendre le large
Il suffit d'imaginer
number, you know? I used to have a gal in my arm, you know...
a bottle of corn liquor on my left... (Moonshine, man). Oh, no
moonshine man, corn whiskey!
my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
bettin' some woman, how she can take her man
My woman dips snuff, and she drinks a good old homemade corn
My woman dips her snuff, and she drinks a good
I'm gettin' corns for my country
At the Hollywood Canteen
The hardest workin' junior hostess
You've ever seen
I'm doin' my bit down here for
brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me
There was corn, corn, blowin' on a horn
In the store, in the store
There was corn, corn
I have a little story, it's not very long
About a lazy farmer boy who wouldn't hoe his corn
And why this was I never could tell
For that young man
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
I'm gettin' corns for my Country
At the Hollywood Canteen
The hardest workin' junior hostess
You've ever seen
I'm doin' my bit down here for
I have not brought my specs with me
I have not brought my specs with me
There was corn, corn, blowin' on a horn
In the store, in the store
There
nothing in a field out of town I saw seven
beautiful ears of corn
They were ripe they were golden but you guessed it right
behind them were seven other
A due dita soltanto dal fondo
Ma se ti mancherà l'aria, ti affitto
L'America
Lambrusco & pop corn
Non è così facile
Perché prima e dopo il sogno
an airborne juice, so the mash man keep close
The corn come clean looking like double D. Rose (grrt, bup, bup)
Fling that corn, keep that on a d-low
If it
C-come on Sapphire beatsz
Mhmm
5ive Music
Bruck off the corn and skeet
Don't act like the corn don't beat
Free up my team, the feds done a sweep
really blasting them skengs?
The popo think it's us, 'cause it sure as hell ain't them
And whenever the corn get buss, they kick up a fuss and blame my
there?
Cadet, Cadet (cool nuh)
I said Cadet, Cadet (cool nuh)
Beating your girl so much, she's like Cadet, Cadet (cool nuh)
Who wants corn?
Right now
number, you know? I used to have a gal in my arm, you know...
a bottle of corn liquor on my left... (Moonshine, man). Oh, no
moonshine man, corn whiskey!
A due dita soltanto dal fondo
Ma se ti mancherà l'aria, ti affitto
L'America
Lambrusco & pop corn
Non è così facile
Perché prima e dopo il sogno
Gather up the pots and the old tin can
And the mash, and the corn, the barley, and the bran
And then run like the devil from the excise man
Keep
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
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