Lyrics:
There should be twenty guys doin' twenty for treason
Then 20,000 more by the end of this season
The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands
a
Tough guy to a dead man
I ain't your buddy, buddy
Haters or obsessed fans
If we were buddies, trust
I crack a Bud just like a red can
Bedpan full of piss
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Niggas depending on everybody
Ion got no labeles to run me buddy
I never split shit when i get my money
Go back home then i link with my homie
Molati
Alright Guys
I wrote this for you so
Listen
People label me country rap because of everything I stand for
I am proud as hell of that, and I love you
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
As they danced sexily on the soft grass.
One of them even petted my fur.
Fuck me in the goat ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
jab it
My mans a cool guy
But there’s no way I’m brining to mummy’s
Bad b, she a thief she take the buddy
Sitting in the T
Loads of eating, loads above
is rusty (what)
I been getting guala guala
Riding with this Buddy Buddy
They going say I'm lucky (huh?)
I reply by saying nothing (damn)
Envious
I get raw fucked by a bowl now I'm nauseous
Playing hang man, but to talk is like crossword
Crossbow cross paths with my cross chain
Like floss
but I'm better
But crickets
But when I say we should come together
It's like crickets
Oooh little me in a sycamore tree
This guy is so popular I wanna
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
they say I’m too gully
When we out in public I’m never too buddy
Opps in the city and shit could get ugly
Bullets make you pussy niggas say you love me
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
So I'm walking down the street
minding my own business
when this guy starts with me
he's sucking his lips goin:
hey, baby, hey, yo yo yo, baby baby
I could make her fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now, then you should probably get familiar (get familiar)
So if you don't know
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
a couple of crazy things
That have almost gotten me dismissed
Like terminate some head of state
Who wasn't even on my list
Burn that microfilm buddy
butts
He could build a nuclear reactor
From a couple of coconuts
She said, "That guy's a genius"
I shook my head and laughed
I said, "If he's so
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
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