Lyrics:
call you, George"
I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
I'll be your
a minute"
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in
a minute"
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in
to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when
When my liquor cabinet is empty
And the local package store is closed
I am paid a visit by an enemy
And the s.o.b. goes by bully jones
He loves
Strait
straight down the middle
with some hardcore steel
and a honky-tonk fiddle
cold beer cold
and cowgirls smoking hot
I'm a rednek George Jones junky
Star Wars films directed by Kirschner
They fucking suck like Boba Fett, utterly the worst
All my die-hard fans holler GREEDO SHOT FIRST
Greedo shot
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
rip off the mask, seek the truth and just try
Like alex jones himself says brother, let me hear your war cry
Mister jones and I were really baffled by
you winnin' when from problems you consult your folks
Swear it ain't hard to think of times we was totally broke
Why you always saying you the truth
to trial, all four officers got acquitted
Ahmaud Arbery, his skin made him a target
Two racist white men shot him while he was joggin'
(B)
Betty Jones was
play me one you know is strong
One by haggard, hank or jones
You'll have the whole bar singing along
Gin, so lonesome, or cold hard truth
Anything 3/4
sing like George Jones
Spend all my nights in little barrooms
Tryin' to make a name for myself
Couple dollars in my tip jar just hopin' to get by
Maybe
in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth
The cold hard truth
You were running wild too long
Walk through this world with me
How beautiful heaven must be
Rolling thru my city
Feeling so
She put the heartache in my hundred proof
And left me for lonely in this dim lit corner booth
And I'm shootin' double shots of this cold hard truth
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
as a scone
Boom on these niggas
Jiggaboo Jones
Know im the shit when i get in my zone
Bitch i move quick and im slicker than chrome
My momma told me go hard
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
See the truth behind the lies
By reversing their lie finding the truth that they hide
Its called read between the lines
Motherfuckers frustrate me
Everyone one step away
From being broke
So what you value most?
Everything must change
That's straight from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you
my feelings can't ignore
His songs will make you happy
Or they'll chill you to the bone
A gift to us from Texas
George Possum Jones
(Chorus 1)
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
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