Lyrics:
top rank, Slim Thug gon' talk the talk
Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
We some paid young G's, with too much cash
Too much flow and do',
stare
Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare
Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
My Clan a make me rhyme like D.
(Aye)
I went from turning the class up
To working and stacking the cash up
Let the squad eat too
Finish the food with a half cup
Of lemonade
Never
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk
I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I
'cause I've got 9 in the 2
And you think that you're hard
Know that you couldn't walk a yard
Much less a mile in my shoe
Most of the mandem shot 'Caine
that universal team civilized us
My pops maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on
Soon as he walk in
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
Singin' Johnny Cash and I almost get hit by a car
And tell this dude to fuck off
And he rolls down his window
And he's got this weird mustache
And I
and Johnny Cash t-shirt
And ripped up jeans
Lookin' like a country queen
In your scuffed up boots
You look like the only girl in here that's lookin' for a good
in flames
I was turning to the drugs cause the love ain't the same
Don't any fame, just some cash, pocket change
Johnny Cash, walk the line while I'm
on a show
Let's go
Yeah you a cash crop, that's easy money
Keep banging on my drum, Energizer bunny
Sway a little when you walk, so thick it's dummy
You make
thought are you dead
'Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorister
Does this bomb look big in this bag then but we love Biggy, Johnny Cash
weighing more when I rhyme
Sensor like hentai when you walk by you get hit with the mine
Standing on both sides nigga one line split them all like a knife
Baby I want you to come with me
Smoking the tree
I can go get some company
Maybe two by the three
I keep to myself I don't share what I get
Keep
prices up
Said it was forever
But I ended up one nighting her
She aint wanna show it
But this cash on me exciting her
(exciting her)
Shortie on my line
Put the cash together and hit Johnny on the phone
Let me get a large with the fries on side
Love for all my brothers they gon ride till we die
Biking
Ring, ring, what's on my line?
Girl, it's that, money, I swear it call all the time
Bang, bang, what's that?
My gun
I up this muthafuckin' blow it
Seems you got an attitude because I'm the man now
Try to stop my shine, I ain't got the time
Trying to get this cash Johnny, learn to walk the line
You
Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise, I'll just be single and I'm fine with that, huh
Girl, why are you playin' with me?
Girl, who are you
nigga, you gonna know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
know that by the contract
Bottom line blood, show me where them one's at
That paper it get funny when publishing is involved
Mechanicals never mattered
Please leave your message for, Global Dan Bitch
Listen
Drip drop got too much sauce
I push that whip, Oh, Ashton Martin
Still walk in that new
eat it up I swear she tried to snort it like lines
Yeah I go through this all the time
The thought of cash on my mind and thoughts of how I can fly
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