Lyrics:
a blackberry?
Little Cherry Skoal Dip make the swelling go down
Mm, girl, lucky for you, I'm a two lane tour guide
Mm, get your country boy heart breaker
Nothin' really is
For things to stay the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play
and blue
You can whine and cry
Protest my flag until you die
Hate your freedom hate your life
But you can't take my country pride
They want to strip my
Motherfucker hard work
Motherfucker hard work
I rap about my country so
They label me country
You faggots disrespect the flag I'll
Smack you for my country
If
year
Honest to God
And by the way
We know you don't know he is
Who gasses peaceful protesters
For photo ops kids
He's not your lord and savior
Don is
get through without your help
The smoke will clear
The sun will rise
It’s another day in a brand new life
But it don’t mean a thing without you by my
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
your country, gotta service your girl
You're all enlisted in the army of the night
And I ain't in it for the power
And I ain't in it for my health
got its facts wrong and it's fucking up my day
A race war That's what they're fighting for
Rivers of blood is what they want
By claiming influx,
Well my homie keep asking for dimes of the clear so his girlfriend can go to Berlin
And my mama I'm paying her bills every month But she probably wish I
for the world to fall
I fly myself to different countries
To ignore it all
I write my name
Across the globe
Like the berlin wall
And next I throw
my lazy eye for the very last time
Waving the infant goodbye
Left with my mom that night
And your sick heart made you cry
And momma's paycheck kind
Mm, um, yeah
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
late (In his mind) "now's the wrong time"
And he's fightin' for his future
But pulls out the sutures
And one by one, out they come, bleedin' out, no-one
shock
V20
McKinley now dead
I do my duty
As the Country’s head
V 21
“Do right by the people,""
My motto my creed,
My hope for all
They shall succeed
V
say I respect all females
But your rhymes are trash
Put 'em next to your emails
Our country's in crisis
Who wants to vote for the mother of ISIS?
That
of the country
We be the talk of the country
Pray for me, pray for me,
I see all of them hating me
Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me, pray for me.
Check my
there is no, there's no beef by-products,
Obey the Cowgod!
You! On your knees! You! Get on your knees! Where's those two bone-heads? Get on your
the whip with that blunt in my mouth
Watch the swervin', that whip had a cop in it (woo)
My bitch got good pussy, fly her 'cross the country
I finish
really hate to say you can't elevate to this
But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits
Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it
come before M, can’t take no L
I need the M's
I forgot what come before M, can’t take no L
Niggas is robbing your shit (Shit)
I don't feel sorry for shit
She was dressed to kill, I was in my boots
So I had to pay for the uptown top, yeah
But we talked for a while in a corner booth
Before closing
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