Lyrics:
From my head to my feet thats juice
Money in my hand throwing bills get loose
Pour it in a cup gone show me how you do
Get loose get loose
From my
Give me a stone cold George Jones, whiskey bent, barstool night
I wanna fly like a honky tonk moth to that neon light
This highway burnin' me up
have met her I might not have let her
Turn my whole world upside down
She laid her head on my shoulder
And she let me hold her
Closer than I thought she
to a girl, then it was face to face
Bro, I've seen a heart of a hood turn trendy
Kids loose interest, parks turn empty
Social media has got us all less
run the town
Oh na na na
No di cary my mata fo head massa put me down
Oh na na na
If you work then I work ei go work
Life be na turn by turn
woman, let it swing by my side
A-give me one hand loose and I'll be satisfied
Turn loose!
Oh, turn loose!
If there's rhythm in your bones then you
You Want, You just wanna Get Loose
You been sitting at the Bar like your week been Bizarre
By Far the longest Week that cha ever Had
Don't get Mad
Or above me, I just want life
To be lovely
And I'm hoping to discovery
Of a new side of me
A loose high, a breeze
Or a self-high degree
It's all fine by me
the wall
We gangsta, republicans with them big things, big rings
Get your head shot off, daddy you don't believe chains
Loose cameras, big hammers,
woman, let it swing by my side
Just give me one hand loose and I'll be satisfied
Turn loose! Oh, turn loose!
Well, feel the rhythm in your bones
the George Jetson of this DJ shit
What, PE nigga
You other niggas Ms cleo with it
Know that shit, hahah
Welcome to the future my nigga, ah!
Hand me that crown
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
Performed by barbra streisand
Are you ready to hear your lesson for the day?
-yes, teacher! yes, teacher!
Are you ready to learn what history has
Turn me loose
We shall overcome
Where did you get that funk from, huh?
Turn me on
They're spoiling the fun
Let's shoot them with the bop gun
Turn me loose
We shall overcome
Where did you get that funk from, huh?
Turn me on
They're spoiling the fun
Let's shoot them with the bop gun
still lit
VA taught me see 12, turn the jets on
And ever since, I been flying like George Jetson
Building up a name they can’t question
And when I see my
Three wheels on my wagon
And I'm still rolling along
The Cherokees are chasing me
Arrows fly
Right on by
But I'm singing a happy song
I'm
George you're still the greatest
Country Singer of them all
(Tag)
George you're still the greatest
Country Singer of them all
Written By: Kent LaVoie
get this thing started.
Only one thing left to do baby lets.
Turn Up!
Tell me what you want
this aint no time to front
We can do it all night long.
Self centered I can't fuck with you lil baby
And I been working tell them niggas come and pay me nigga
Gem, don't fold under pressure I bet I go turn
have a lot to lose
Don't ask me for no favors
Ima cut you loose
Moving automatic I'm juiced up
Can't cut off my fuel
Gotta get all this work done
I been
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
a dime (Sell a dime)
I need me a burger with cheddar fries
Light me a blunt on a beach in the summertime
She say, "Slimeboi I'm bored when you passin' by
Philly never scared and them niggas ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
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