Lyrics:
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
almost swellin' in the wind
Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies
Tell them niggas
cash
Did some time, locked down but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free, believe that s***
Yeah, n****,
There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of the ship was the Billy o' Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, my bully boys,
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time locked down, but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free, motherfuckers
and that'll be fine
A right hand man can be your lover
Carry the load when the wind blows cold
He can be replaced by another
Who's carrying the gold
take the cash flow
Make honeys, hit the dance floor
I blow like the wind blow
Here I go, there I go
In and out of my zone
I'm far away from home
In
tell the people to move back farther
I'm at the finish line and ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
they come around this way you getting stuck up
Did I stutter?
Run from johnny he's crazy
Mommy I think johnny has rabies
Save me
That lil boy is
the wind blows look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, look out
Looks to me like
the wind blows look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that you did
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, look out
Looks to me like
make a deal off of blood money
Make an album off the drug money
Take the label money and launder it under the table money
And open businesses
It
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
want me blow up but they know I will
I need cash enough to fill a boat for real
All that laughing, I ain't with the jokes for real
All that talking, yo
said goodbye
This time
Not like before
It could be me but it seemed like I needn't return
That's right Little Johnny gets to go and fight his war
the strings
I feel my hair blow in the breeze
I hear ghost riders in the sky
Johnny Cash and mountain pie
Giants hunched over a silent crowd
Nothing but me
strapped for cash don't got a lotta time to think
Blow one last kiss, throw one last wave
Make one last wish that you don't change your mind when you open
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score
At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat
These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind
'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good,
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
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