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All my ex's live in Texas
Texas is the place I'd really love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee.
Can't Have It All?
Alan Jackson.
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never
want to hide all your problems, blaze the weed
A lot of homies is dyin, boy, I gots to live
Before I go I better stock a grip for my kids
And that's
you get played and hit my phone I'm gon reply wit GG
Cause all my ex's live in Texas can I get a retweet
I got a Mexican up next I made her scream out
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
All my exes live in Texas
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be
But all my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
All my exes live in Texas
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be
But all my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
All my exes live in Texas
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be
But all my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
All my exes live in Texas
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be
But all my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
trade
Too valuable we impossible to trade
Starting in NC then I made my way to Texas
You can hear by that bang that I love the way I'm livin'
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
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I go by M-IN-E-O, but it really don't matter
Bury me with no tombstone
I want you to know my daddy
We don't seek Him, He come after
We don't reach
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
bitch in my Bally's
Got some bows from out the valley
Ayy shout out to my woes in Cali
Met amigo, he from Texas
Send me bricks, told me to stretch it
Shawty bad, Alexis
Talk like she from Texas
Every time I hit her, I ignore a text from my ex-bitch
I’m impressed
By the way she keep me vested
Keeps
put you in a range, then you
Move out of town and things change? ok
A letter 2 my ex, a letter 2 my ex, don't
Call me don't text I dun moved
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
blacktop highways
When I'm on the road in Texas, seems I'm never far from home
Well, I've never been to London
Never seen the Eiffel Tower or Gibraltar by
Fuck models
Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga
Live your life
Cause I'm livin' international, nigga
The American dream
All my dawgs is livin'
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