Lyrics:
daisies
Ridin' shotgun with my crazy
And I know
That the good Lord up above me
Knew that you'd make something of me
'Cause every day you do
'Cause I
When I'm dead, put me ten miles deep
Hand me up my shotgun Maggie made
The Devil's come to take your boy away
I've been spotted on the run
I'll be
Well, I got my shotgun, I broke down
I started to mow that man down
Yeah, they tell me God forgives you
If that's the case now, people
I'm gonna mow
anyweh, yeah man
Di nozzle a Salim shotgun fava
Fuss time patty pan
Lock it and load and clap it on
Anything inna di way
Pebble disappear like magician
like everything's okay when it's not good
Nowadays everybody wanna be top one
I don't feel nobody, I be talkin' to my shotgun
In the two-seater, my
lips
Sitting shotgun, fresh tat on her hip
That's got my name on it
Dressed up looking like money
Headed in from the country
It's gonna get
with this shotgun
He was dead before he hit the ground
Thats right I shot him down just now
Oh I did my time baby
I still want you here with me
Yeah I
take our money
I said you take our soul
Said we got no use for livin'
So you might as well be told
Get my shotgun
Gonna shoot you down
Get my
don't bug in
I got a shotgun, ridin' shotgun
No room to give him a lift
I pull over, crack a Colt on his shoulder
And put in another dip, and yell
on the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes lust, then the shotgun marriage
Six months later come a baby in a carriage
You know what, y'all? You know what, y'all?
Harlem, 20 Coupes when we mobbin'
40 troops if it's problems (What Nowww!)
Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver (jus 1 nigga)
Ready to dump triggers,
shotgun rider just slidin' close
Throw back Alabam' on the radio
That's how it is and that's how it was
Them Small town Dads and Mama's
'Round here
the biscuit
Grab that four and I show man misfits
Ima show you why I call it majestic
Shotgun burst it, twist it
Ima show you why I call it majestic
Shotgun
taking the biscuit
Grab that four and I show man misfits
Ima show you why I call it majestic
Shotgun burst it, twist it
Ima show you why I call it
grind (Oh-ohh)
Blowin' kisses and the smiley face emojicons
She push the whip, I'm shotgun whatever road we on (Ah'h)
Sharp dresser, rough around
the same wasteland
Don't try to convince me
With your optimistic smile
I'd need a shotgun in my dreams tonight
To terminate my rotten side
Just need
Play the game like chess, like it's my only move
Got a homie with an ounce, got a homie on the count
Got a homie wit' the shotgun, sittin'
Me and my mother drivin' to the grocery store
Me ridin' shotgun with my window rolled down
She smoked cigarettes and gets what she gets by
You gotta be kidding me, Chesney
Every time I turn the ignition
You're on the radio again and in the shotgun of my vision
There she is, where she
watching you sleep in shotgun
I could have crashed the car
I could tell our summer was just in bloom
Opened up the windows in the bedroom
When you woke
a way for you and me
Totally addicted under detrimental spell
And if I had a shotgun, I'd blow myself to hell
Let me be your piggybank for nothing but
swallow whole
I'll never live in the past
Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast
Burn my fist to the concrete
My fear is my strength
Power, rage unbound
the bourbon
And I'm so misunderstood
Temple of the church in my rear view mirror
Now smokin' that fire and
We can't see clearer
Look into the barrel, shotgun in
here, come closer
Let me tie you to a four-poster
Shotgun, pull it, put it in a holster (bang)
Oh
It's too late to get off this road
I want you
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