Lyrics:
Tammy Wynette & George Jones
Oh Lord, you know that I'm not
One to bother you with little things
And you and I have never been too close
But we've
I hope you understand.
(to the bridge, to the bridge, to the bridge now)
They called me up in Tennessee
They said "Tammy, stand by The Jams"
But if
George Jones & Tammy Wynette
You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey
You get a line and I'll get a pole, babe
You get a line and I'll get a pole
George Jones & Tammy Wynette
Ain't love been good to us, ain't it been good
It's given us happiness and we're knockin' on wood
We're livin' in
I'm hella posted in the Trump now
I think I've finally fell in love now
Her name is Tammy, she got hella bitches
She let me fuck 'em while my
I'm hella posted in the TRUMP now
I think I've finally fell in love now
Her name is Tammy, she got hella bitches
She let me fuck 'em while my
The bigger picture hasn't developed yet
Like what if Keisha were celibate
What if Tammy came across a real man
Who didn't play games like children
My nigga
Michelle, I freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than flames in hell
I geed this girl, her name was Tammy
I didn't want to do it cause the bitch was
you have
Listen, Keisha, Tammy, come up front
I recognize all of you, every creed and color
With that being said, fuck your ethnicity, you understand
I'll stop thinking you.
(Tammy)
I'd be like a flower unwanted in spring
Alone and neglected, transplanted in vain
To a garden of sadness where it's
Incidents like this I take trips
Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh)
Some Creole C-O b****es I met on tour
Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth
what we started again.
(Tammy)
The flowers are back on the table
Our pictures are back on the wall
Our feelin's are stronger than ever
And this
wouldn't like you. huh uh
Well Tammy I'm gonna tell him not to like you either
backpack, shades on, hat back
Bugatti bat black, where they do that at?
South beach, Miami ho
I'm probably with Tammy To
My life is a video, and the women
the night with
A girl named Tammy i wake up for the money
Can't never fall asleep on it
And you say that's your honey
But to me she's just a freak only
She
That's wet with Tammy on the bumper
Can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette
Twenty years later: hi hater
I'm
of Tammy Lucas means
I'm gon shoot this heater
And mack entire crews like Reba
My nigga Q-Ball
Got eighty rounds to do y'all
Got a "weight" problem
Can't
Words and music by Sting turn on my VCR
Same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tammy show
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car
Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
haters may say
Come how you want
Just bring it the right way
Mayday, what they gon say
Coming to they hood, the Clipse and Tammy
Mother fucker what you
to bendin', got two cases
One pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin'
In 929 Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch
a cake for Tammy Lee
Didn't tell her why you had to leave
I didn't cry when everybody lied for you except for me
I didn't put no money on your
Satisfaction at its highest point, I set the stakes
Plus, a nigga over there with Tammy and 'em
Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him? You
tip your hat to the teacher
Ernest Tubb - Waltz Across Texas; George Jones - White Lightning; Patsy Cline - Walkin' After Midnight; Tammy Wynette -
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