Lyrics:
a barn
I get the Chattahoochee coochie I'm the hollars Elvis Presley
Even when I'm fat and old Dixie chicks is gonna dig me
I'll be somewhere on a boat
chick
Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch
She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash
Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class
cheers
And chanting I started panicking and shitting bricks
Next thing you know I was getting raped by all three Dixie Chicks
After they were done their
like the Troy Davis’ stint in prison
Can’t believe the shiftiness
Like the ‘Memphis 3‘, he should’ve gotten Eddie Vedder & a Dixie chick
So pay attention
a trance
snap of her fingers taking off your pants
Pull up This ain't by chance
She's got it down to a twisted romance
She's the devil in disguise don't trip
Slims
Cancer stick, she no good for me, bitch make me sick
No, I’m not the one, I’m not the trick
I need a sister soldier, not a Dixie chick
No dairy
I write are these thumpin' hit's
I'm represent them country folks
Them rednecks and them Dixie chicks
Can't nobody tell me nothin', so hardheaded
work
Driving down I seventy five 'bout to hop on six ninety six
I look over this fucking chick's tryna fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't
thick Dixie-chicks
YEE-YEE-YEE I'm with you on that brother
YEE-YEE
Alright man I gotta go, gotta go sanitize my chickens
Pac
Biggie
Even the Dixie chicks
Self conscious
Even more pressure being black an
That's why they scared thought
They could steal the land
Claim
handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!
(hook by big
old chick has went and got away
You a Queen, but every Queen needs a pawn to play
I hate the way you appear on my timeline
Summertime sadness well you
To scratch my itch
I'd rather run them ditzy trixie Dixie chicks
Summa cum laude
Pull up swerving in that big body
Southern twang up in my speech
Purple chains
never fix the cats and chicks who get their kicks from whistling Dixie, good Lord!
Or diminish the dominion of personal opinion, no!
Don't wanna feed
[Verse]
Aye, ok
Thats my bitch I don’t call her my bitch tho (can’t do it)
Ask yo chick what she all on my dick for (glued to it)
Know I got a big
that country's part of me yeah
No shirt, sun burnt
Smile like I'm trouble sent
Dixie chicks, truck beds, Cheyenne, '86
Surface rust, plenty dents
chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old
of the Dixie Chicks
C'mon baby, let er rip!
Here's a love song in denim
For the co-ow-boy in you
A love song in denim
Yippee cay-ay-o
I'd like to spend the day
Cherson!
Cherson!
You aint just whistlin
Dixie, Sea
Cherson! Cherson !
We calcimine fathers
here below!
Kitchen light on Sea
(Danny)
Okay, I'm in a GTO, a '66
with this dixie chick
lickin' Pixie Stix
all in my mix
can't beat these ho's off me
tricks and hicks all be kickin'
bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup
You fucking Dixie chick listening
Rollin' in the whip for the hell of it
Fucked a pretty chick, and she said she was celibate
Look at yo clothes I think you is irrelevant
Ah ah ah aw
singing oohhh ohh ohhh
She got a Trans Am with a trailer hitch
She got horses, cows, and Dixie Chicks
She goes honky tonking just for kicks
If that ain't
jumpin'
Claim jumpin' while you keepin' it tame and plain frontin'
Pidgeon-holed by people who hate change
My decision negro can never be maintained
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