Lyrics:
same bad luck
I still wear her ring
And drive my old red truck
Well I probably shouldn't leave here
Cause she'll come back
But to answer your question
I'm from the Whitney
Nigga roll the dice
Better watch your mouth
You could lose your life
Cause niggas stay strapped
Like a crew of dykes
What you know
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
of the world, I got the Rydas in diamonds, it's
all imbedded
I'm smokin' an ounce another mission, keepin' you hoes
On your toes
Foe Foe's about to blow, plow!!!
that's your twenty that's a big ten four
But baby I'm still coming back to you
Oh slip the clutch in the bull nose truck
I'm heading for the boat
they rubbing my waves call me handsome
I shoot my shot like a handgun
I need that lamb truck covered in green
I need that lamb truck for the whole team
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin' fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga
Drive my search engine home
Dropped, chopped, Alabama chrome
Hey what the hell it runs, so
The day is done so
Let's have some fun so
Yours very truly
sky
I be in that pussy sky diving diving diving diving
You ain't did this 'fore girl Right, right right right right
I can drive my car, we can drive
Face down, ass up
That's the way we like to (Oh!)
Do you in my Benz truck
Then he call your friends up
Yea I put it on her
She won't even bring
Want to know who got a baby by me, what does he drive, where my tip
Be all in my bidness because they heard that I've been bumping they chick
I ain't
To the hole I punched in that two by four
That home grown tomato in your fridge
That twenty gauge pump in your closet
That ten acre field with nothing but hay
fucked me. I don't forget"
Fucked me at the drive thru
Played games with my food
Under cooked my curly fries
Happy meal with no surprise
Fucked me
waist
I'll be your guide
I'll manage the pace
Let us pray
I still smile when I think of ya
I'm on guard like a brinks truck yeah
That break up left
Check it out, 1996
Bitches still sucking on dicks
Hoes just, tripping man
Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
And the four of us went to see a picture show
Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True Grit
Saw the late, late show; old Sloan hit
these bags keep coming in fuck
If thats your bitch she getting fucked
Bitch I'm trending in truck
Niggas clout chase for slut but bitch I'm really getting
a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say I'm grimmey
Yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at
Before they take mine
Niggas Talking Shit, Yeah But Hoe Im Next Up
Catch You Slipping With Your Words
We Gon Hit Em Up
I Just Came Back From The Store
Rip That White
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
Beautiful Teamsters, please let me join.
Can't drive a truck, but I'm willing to loin.
Beautiful Teamsters, I love youse all.
That's why I
time to leave here and go fuck
You do it so right I could never say it's wrong
I like the way you act when they play your favorite song
You scream out
take a can of paint and go paint the White House
Yeah, your favorite rapper's got no talent
Homeboy got coke habits
Used to drive a Porsche 'til I
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