Lyrics:
Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that
Hood by air man I started that
Niggas claim they the God of black
Well your name is purple I'm the God
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Where the Midwest at? (Come on)
Where the Dirty Dirty at?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that n- in the cut, where the wood
your mind blow
Halftime and then smoke a blunt then it's back on
Girl I want to hear you scream by babe well your man gone
She a freak and a model
Like
fingers
See it's nothing but wood in em
Man got to do it when I do it I do it big
Them haters getting pissed
Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click
Head out
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that
Everyone around me was
Man I'm just a dog
I'd be faithful if I could
But I'm Tiger Woods
Yeah, I'm Tiger Woods
Go get'em Tiger
Get'em Tiger
(That's me)
Go get'em
Go get'em
Go
Living good
Bad bitch rolling woods
Out the neighborhood
She know what’s good
Star like Hollywood
Now she riding wood
Pockets good
Family tight
daughters too feed
And there gonna eat
By any means
Bon appetit
I know man who'll run up in ya gaff
Anonymously
4 Or 5 of em approximately
Never incompetently
Let's go
I go by "Weezy, the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's
swanging you do (the wood)
I love dick
I know, I can tell by the way you sucking on that straw (Aww naw)
I bet you picturing me dicking you down now huh
by secrets,
Carry my book of gold
Just as the seers foretold."
Angel in the woods,
There's an Angel in the woods
Mama, here's what he told me,
Oh
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
gold, man
It ain't what you see
I was raised by the wolves in the woods
Not the streets
Ain't a show man
I practice what I preach
Ask me what it is
place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood, this an eighth
I just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'ma face mine
We gon' slide, moonlight
women in the 'burbs
Women in the the hood yeah my wifey mad
'cause she knows I'm no good
Man I'm just a dog
I'd be faithful if I could
But I'm Tiger Woods
That bih met let her man go
Done put them all all in the friend zone
She a groupie so I put her in the fan zone
YSL what I'm rocking I got bands ho
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
Stepping out in something fly, I'm that guy
Bad chick rollin, sitting by my side
Wood grain tipping, but I'm far from pimpin'
Man of the year Scottie
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I
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