Lyrics:
Hook (ING Posta Boy)
Shit the food chain is ugly and we eat em all hella kennel full of brindles gotta feed my dogs and I am my brothers keeper
plow
You come do the work in the house
And I'll go follow the plow
Its you must feed the little pig
That stands in yonder sty
You must milk the brindle
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
yo head split it split it
Like I see a watermelon
Strikes I been had em
Like a brindle imma felon
Can't find me in black and white Snitching fuk
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
lines like a Kindle
Baby girl was diff colors like a brindle
If we fishing
Last thing i want is minnows
Everything I do, I give my all
Always getting back
the Levite and shout out to Tim Brindle
Men who God used in my life to grow me in faith; now my sins dwindled
θε/όπ/νευστος- that means the scriptures are God
The search of you, spread out
You, with empty brindle
The moss laid on out
We slept outside
I was touched out back!
We split our arms like wood
You
the Levite and shout out to Tim Brindle
Men who God used in my life to grow me in faith; now my sins dwindled
θε/όπ/νευστος- that means the scriptures are God
She never met a nigga like me
Buy her shit 'cuz i adore her
I just bought a brindle pit
'Cuz my bitch ain't want no yorkie
I'm in this car
Runnin'
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
for,
Just for a certain one I long to see.
I'm goin' down aroun' my ALABAMY HOME
I'm gonna see the bee that makes the honey comb
The brindle cow will
said
So it's me your, little lap dog and that old brindle cat trying to keep this place in line
And heading into town these days is the last thing
And went to milk the cow, cow
When Old Brindle saw him a coming
She began to beller and blow, blow
She kicked Old Crumley on the shin
Till the blood ran off
subject. ????? 20090 ask for Ozzie
Have you seen me? My name is Dink, I am a red male brindle Boston Bull, my face is white and I have one blue and one brown
Jungle Bill's burly brindle
Staggered down the street
Searching for the bones
Of a beef long ago deceased
Wearing a pirate suit
Got a shovel between
old town chilling
I miss Jayson, miss Kendall, miss racing my brindle, where's dotty
There's Nandi, how’s Obi, how's Murphy, and my boy Nithin
i know is try
I can't get over brindle backs and them brahmers eyes
Been threw the hills of california seen the texas sky
Gotta be in louisiana by
a crib and not worry bout the cost
Kickin brindles in they ribs till they ass start to caugh
Yeah we came here to strap with our bag in the back
Cause it's
that shit like a instrumental
The mixed bitch I dick down I just call her brindle
Come holla at me work it out let's get some shit established
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