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on the bar-b-q's There were people jammin' to the all nite blues Life is good out in Santa Cruz, but I'm comin' home to you. Repeat chorus -Musical interlude- I
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
a ton Cajun sausage on a hot dog bun B-B-Q grill, summertime jam Just about a mile above the Pickwick dam Party on the water, whole lot of fun Time
soul Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill A ten room house, some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
sell I moved south to Nashville I might like it there but I can't tell I've been hanging in Austin Eating Chili's and good Bar-be-Q Writing songs about
the bar-b-q pit ah! Right behind the liquor store Well I got in a world of trouble one fine night Comin down that Mississippi line Just a good ole' Kentucky
us on the be -Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya Pina Colada champales
on the deck and bar-be-q their ribs Throw their heads into your ivy, water them with piss Do you think you'd like that? Do ya motherfucker?
WINGS NOW THIS IS GETTING MEAN BARB B Q'IN NIGHT PARTY TIME TO FIGHT IN CHARCOALS BURNIN LIGHT MAN THAT DOG LOOKS TIGHT GOLDEN CORN ON COB ALL
Jhonny B.Q, Hey, Party Y se que cuándo pasas por el barrio caminando Todos se preguntan cómo puede ser posible Que andes de mi mano, si no tengo nada,
lan ça be q eu tenho mais oq faze dissove o tupã, to babarabã nada com nada ela paga um babao conto os malote rendeno sifrao frozen no pulso no cup tem
that Glizzy cuz that bitch gone keep me safe! Had to block my lil' hoe cuz she don't know her place Treat her like a Bar-B-Q, slap meat all on her grill
nine, m, be, v, c, nine eight three Seven eight four, five z, one qr, five b, q, g R p, dpt, i p, four z, i p, four four c, i p Island Got to login
like b-b-q They say ima boss young c-e-o Hater wanna talk but he don't know I'm busy on a chase tryna make this dough All that chatter man you gotta go
you'll really see a fool and it wont be Q Im so tired of all these puter shooters they the worst Like bitch you playing til they spraying Know you date
that'll help u see the light On my skin- Exotic Garments I'm Looking Right We got Jim Jones Outside He's in charge of the Bar-B-Q And we'll beat your stupid
tron sipping Grinding all nite till the whole sack missing Four days till rent due B B Q or mildew I 4 of Hard Oz of green and some addys too Gas tank
Like damn Q what it be Now I see You a mother fucking G Thinkin all I do is sing Got a lot of sexy bitches & they swear they bi I despise All
when shit get worse, this gon' end wit drama local nerves glocken on perv's then she kill yo momma shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q
the rendezvous Couldn’t get a word in at your bar-b-q Now Jaws of life couldn’t get me off of you, you, you! You are something special Diamond in a bezel You need
on the low low Flip it like a dojo Split it wit da bro bros Might pass on the play tony romo Watching for them Bar b q Becky's callin 12 on mr popo (Shit,
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Countin C notes Smellin Bar B Q as your peeps roast Your fleets pose no threat So my feet never rose, to the occasion Call me hit man cuz killin tracks is
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