Lyrics:
Aw yeah
Oh, them old St. Louis Blues
Listen here, all you 'round her (uh-huh)
You better leave my good gal alone
(What in the world are you
This is why you pop a top and pour it in an empty cup
Somethin' to celebrate and get a little loud
Aw, it's just somethin', somethin', somethin'
No, mamma didn't do too bad.
Aw, she's crying big Cadillac tears.
Instrumental break.
Well, she's runnin' through his money so fast it isn't
of nowhere place where we take it slow
Aw, but they don't know
All they see is tractors, barbwire and tall green grass
They don't see the years spent
like I never made changes for your sake, what?
Flippin' the script on me, that's your forté, chyeah
We gotta fix this here, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw
Oh, uh, aw yeah (yeah, yeah)
Oh, come on (yeah, yeah)
Aw yeah (yeah, yeah)
Oh, aw yeah (yeah, yeah)
Uh, come on, aw yeah (yeah, yeah)
Uh-huh,
choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, I'm laughing, aw
These niggas square like Madison, oh
I ball out like
choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, I'm laughing, aw
These niggas square like Madison, oh
I ball out like
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up, no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aw yeah
The way you been
of us (in the club)
Tryna make it out the slums like one of us (slums like one of us, aw yeah)
What if God is one of us (what if God is one of us)
like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do
The Bus-a-Bus (aw, come on, keep it movin')
The Bus-a-Bus (Ay, yeah, I like just what
Aw, I'm itchy
And I don't know where to scratch
Come here baby
Scratch my back
I know you can do it
So baby, get to it
Aw, you're workin with
Aw, I'm itchy
And I don't know where to scratch
Come here baby
Scratch my back
I know you can do it
So baby, get to it
Aw, you're workin with
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
But it's not quite what it seems
(Not quite what he seems)
Not quite what I seem
Aw, hell
It's exactly what it seems
When I was four
I'd wait
blows? (Wind blows)
Are we really safe around our shadows? (Through our shadows)
Through our windows
Yeah
Ooh, aw man, I can't believe this is
Ak'siy' eyakho le ndaba
Eyama-Afrika
Aw'qhub' indaba
Afrika, qhub' indaba
Ak'siy' eyakho le ndaba
Eyama-Afrika
Aw'qhub' indaba
Afrika, qhub' indaba
(woah, woah)
Booty (woah), booty (woah), booty (woah)
Boo-boo-boo-boo-booty (woah)
You better get the motherfuckin' money (aw, yeah)
Money, hunnids,
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah mane
We still gettin' this paper
Buddah Bless this beat
Jump to a check, aw, hit it in cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah)
said go to church, how often did we listen?
Sunday school wasn't cool, let's be getting at bitches
Aw man, I got weight on my shoulder
Aw man, I got
know I'm a beast, aw, yeah, huh
Shawty ain't mine, I got her leased, aw, yeah, huh
All that talkin', girl, I gotta see, aw, yeah, huh
She gon' do
(I love MadeinSounds)
That's a bad bih, aw man, you should of cuffed it (ooh)
Took her home and loved it, took her out to Publix
Should of used
will
To be safe and warm
In that shiny city on the hill
Some wanna slam the door
Instead of opening the gate
Aw, let's turn this thing around
yeah
Be my lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just say yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aw Honey, just say yeah, yeah
Precious lady,
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