Lyrics:
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
If you lucky, you get old
Oldtimer told me (yeah)
You ain't gon' be able to fuck the same
Drink the same
Hang out the same
I'm like, once a man,
hive
Honey in the honey comb
Well, old Mister bee's gotta keep alive
While the poor boy's lookin' for a home
I'm just a poor boy lookin' for a home
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
boy
I keep that thang in my pants, Don't doubt me boy
I bust an old school dance, Don't doubt me boy
Shit I spend it like it's nothin', Don't doubt me
all by my lonely
I know you see
Boy y'all niggas keep blowing me
Rolling around y'all niggas scary
He got a sleeve but he act pussy
I'm chasing checks
our own whiskey and our own smoke, too,
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do...
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
And a country boy
dynamite
Stood behind him an acolyte
Eyes lit by candle light
Cataclysmic allure
My boy's got a pussy like dynamite
Appetite of a cenobite
Old Testament
behaving like foes
The streets is dirty I'm cold, I wanna see you get old lil boy
I'm doing the best of me, I'm living a legacy, I'm not in my prime
But
Yea....yea....yea
It's Yungboy 4L boy you know how we do
G4L... DROPTOBER
everything seems so perfect when you around, even the things you don't
Yea....yea....yea
It's Yungboy 4L boy you know how we do
G4L... DROPTOBER
everything seems so perfect when you around, even the things you don't
There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
to face
You was goin' through that bitch like Jason
Boy, you gotta be a fool (huh?)
How you think that shit cool?
You givin' names, you ain't playin'
road will I choose to the grave
And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope youll be by me then
'Cause if I'm old 'til this oldness has me
I was temporarily blind by a neon dollar sign
It pacified my mind and whispered things are fine
Said, "Boy, if you wanna heal just sign this paper
the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by
now we rollin', boys
And my momma raised me, FLA paid me
I beat all of them cases, I'm on
Bitch, I'm a Florida boy
Old school, big-ass rims, sittin'
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
already kno wut
it is man, its a bad boy thang man, grand hustle collaboration, yall already kno man, boss hog wus happenin (heyy..) A town pimpin
[Slim
Hey girls, I gotta tell you somethin' about boys - Who needs 'em?
Who needs those nasty old boys
Boys - who needs 'em
They only bring trouble
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