Lyrics:
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm gettin' outta here, yeah
Bet you got a chick
cotton field memory
Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight
Ridin' round, windows down on a summer night, I was there and that was me
It's right here in my
Dixie Hill
Sippin codeine out a dixie cup swervin as I drive but it never spill
Big ups to Old Dixie dolla I stay lit on some hippie shit
Hitting licks
passin by
Make your jaw drop, tear drop your eye
That's on God, how she get so fly
When she drop it to the floor gotta stare how she wiggle it
Pop it
they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I whip in that block
Family gon' die when it come to the boss
Spray with the five when you hear
lines of Dixie
These are the back roads that made me
We fly by night, we're always down to fight
You know we're bound to get a little wild tonight
No way
Well it's the New York Comet and the Dixie Flyer
Rollin' on diesel and sheer desire
Ol' Cupid's got his hand on the switch
I think he's gonna pull,
the greatest but
Now that shit is the fuck clear
Bitch, if it's up then it's stuck there
You hear me clown? You try to stare me down
You can meet the man
me back to Jacksonville
Drive me up mountain street
Lead me into old Paul Snow
And show me to my seat
When God decides it's time for us to meet
fuck you like I love you can you handle it
I'm a stand up nigga with a stand up chick
She started at the bottom made her stand up quick
She love when
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
take me back to Jacksonville
And drive me up mountain street
Lead me into old Paul Snow
And show me to my seat
When God decides it's time for us
on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby
pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one chick super sick, make every nigga grab his stick
Heart pound up
the kids to know that I'm fly
I zip it up and rewind, I pick it up like Lebron
I palm it but I tell you no comment, borderline
The goat, year seventeen, you
she tryna jerk me
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that ass shake (shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up
'em up
Now we in the back, blazin' 'em up, dice in hand, shakin 'em up
I need a chick like that to come and share my gangsta world (woo)
And if you
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
Abroad chicks can't escape like we swatting them flies
Hey lil mami pull up
E Tale gone make it up
Cause the time is not up
Up to you
Baby slide be my
it real loud if you fly
If you leave me, you're out of your mind
My baby is a (ten)
We dressing to the (nine)
He pick me up, we (eight)
Make me
hole
Paid in full, bitch I think I'm Rico
It's Rozay, I sold food like C Lo
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
a row
'cause I spent 20 on my tires
30 to be icy
But me bein fly dats priceless
And I gave 40 to my side chick
50 to the wifey
But me bein fly dats
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