Lyrics:
Glamour gopher on the silver screen
Most shiny rodent you've ever seem
Yeah I might have specks of dirt on my button up shirt
But I've also got fire
to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (yeah)
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah, Kemosabe, chopper aimin'
I'm hopeless That's true I hope less cause I show more
I go for it, like a gopher, I gopher it
Bitch Let go my fucking ego
She reaching in my pocket
The king of valley
Going back to the palace
Somewhere in Topanga
Chit chatting over salads
As a baby boy
Momma said I got talents
And I would grow
I hauled myself up out of a ditch
I built me an ark out of gopher wood and pitch
Sat down by the roadside and waited on the rain
Honey, I'm
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
We is screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where
done made it back home
in an ice cream truck "who want to buy a snow cone"
Hook - repeat 2X
I'm going to the valley
Vauco the valley
I'm goin
I hauled myself up out of a ditch
I built me an ark out of gopher wood and pitch
Sat down by the roadside and waited on the rain
Honey, I'm
the verbal
If I don't know your resume then
I'm not tryna serve you
Can't fuck with possums or no
Pigs, no gophers, rats, or gerbils
Got all this Off White in
playin'possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink
Is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, Spring, Spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit
playin'possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink
Is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, spring, spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit
playin'possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink
Is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, Spring, Spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit
jewelry that's always on gold
I know the storm is comin'
My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower
Call up my homies, it's on
And poppin' tonight
jewelry that's always on gold
I know the storm is comin'
My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower
Call up my homies, it's on
And poppin' tonight
Oh, the hills on the border
'Bout this time of the year
When the mists seem to gather
In the valley of your fears
And you walk through that
possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink
Is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, Spring, Spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit
want that dance that can do it, give it to me straight, don't dilute it
I'm one-handed like Odell
Numb the pain like orajel
Up and down like gopher
playin'possum, they're behind ev'ry blossom
Even the bubble-ink
Is merrily wobble-ink
Spring, Spring, Spring
In his hole, though the gopher seems a bit
zippy-zappy zoopy-zee!
Petey: Doo-dah doo-day day...
Petey: Let me take a little tick now to color in the
scene: / 'Cross the valley lived three yokels name
on role
I like my jewelry, that's always on gold
I know the storm is coming
My pockets keep telling me it's gonna shower
Call up my homies that's home
understand more
And in the valley below the mountains
All your dreams and tears in your pockets
You will count them
You will count them
And you’re running
state? (Tejas)
Pushing weight (Yeska)
Living great (¡Epa!)
Paper folding when I'm rolling, just keeping my pockets swollen
Valley boys stacking ends from
Valley Boy
Valley Boy Productions
Welcome to the Valley
All these boys be chicken, they be talk
Probably why they all over my cock
Why you worried
Ahh ha a haaa
Peppermannnn
Ey eeeyy
So, you na finish showing me fake love
La now you want to leave me
I know my pocket finish bust na
I know my
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