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the desert swappin' rats
And tryn' ta get a drink of water with his knees gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell you and acceptance how he stumbled into Memphis
refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I
Pimp onnnn, pimp pimp on!
Then get your pimp on
[Verse One: Twista]
Peep how the Twist' puttin' down the lunchie while smokin' a lot of dro
What
Ladies and gentlemen
It's my pleasure to introduce to you
He's a friend of mine
Yes, yes I am
And he goes by the name
Justin
All the way
From
"Good morning America, how are ya?"
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone
"Good morning America, how are ya?"
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
And I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone
So Icy, I have to spray ya
Don't waste all your life
Being a couch potato
After a while crocodile, see ya later hater
It's Gucci
150 Ps got it
my bank statements, while I stay patient
Niggas ain't playin', be careful who you play with
Huh, you think shit a game
Got stopped by Police, gave
the desert swappin' rats
And tryin' ta get a drink of water with his knees gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell you and exceptance how he stumbled into Memphis
Of those who pose, case closed
I'm dynamic with panic and that's exactly how I planned it
[Chorus]
You better peep 'cause the price steep for those who
refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm your native son
I
The passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
Goodnight America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you know me, I'm your native
I'm losing my mind
Like I got the theme for Lavender Town
On repeat
You want a piece of me
But I won't give myself for free
I want a piece
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
(Dave Bring The Flux)
You can take that shit but i'll take it back you can't play with the Mafia
If i had to show POV you gone see how we do that
decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with
never tap out
Let me know what you want baby I got it all
By next year Have the world now my songs
Ima pimp You a hoe That's fo sho
Ima ghost Have no soul
grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' Dave
We done been so long with each other, built a home with each other
How the fuck do we get you?
beats with wasabi oh I feeling like I'm Japanese
Me and bands going hand and hand like we grappling
Christmas how I'm rapping this, rolling like
debate
Eight bitches wanna give me face but i spread through the week
I fuck em by twos ion really do threes
Got one on ha back an got one on ha knees
She
through Sony Music
Shout out to Dave Harris, Shawn Corner and Shane
The tours got bigger, thanks to Jason Furmen and Tom Canton
And after Sony I started
bro, that's my bro, my bro
That's my brother like my mother's kid
Looking back to all the stuff we did
I got his back he got my back
That's how it's
they neighborhood
How the fuck you good nigga
I'm all in Jamaica wit all my shit on by myself throwin' dat shit up
My passport tatted up just like me
I
[Slimkid3]
Aiyo we got five minutes, man!
Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes
Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go..
[Bootie Brown/Frank
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