Lyrics:
Well, you got your reputation baby, I got mine
And there's every indication you're the dangerous kind
You wear the black leather dress and it's toasin'
to get a meal ticket
Tryin' to get a meal ticket
Cocaine lady, white lady, sellin' good
I'm leanin' on the leather and I'm grippin' on the wood
I'm
looked silly as hell
In those funny French shoes
You know the type
Without any heels
Leather soles
Kind of a slip on deal
He was cavalier
Whether
on me, why you want me
To show a nigga leather face, and he don't fuck around nigga
He's a real buck 'em down nigga
Motherfuck rappin', how 'bout fuckin
I've been to wild Montana
I went there in a storm
My boots were Texas leather
My Levis wet and torn
I loved it in Montana
Loved it in
Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town
Had a coat of fine leather and snakeskin boots
But that coat always had a thread hangin' loose
Well I pulled it one
only a sun shower, we been through worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
down we lose and find
X style the night that they mind we ? the times
With renegades prowling this bitch with braids
Leather gloves with dark shades
into the night
Oh the smell of the leather always excited my imagination
And I picture myself in this different situation
I'm a company director,
and tattoo you
Have you walkin' out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters
Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather
Front on me? Never
'Cause we gonna be
cause
I will see that leather book
Sunday morning she was first to class
I pull up shades I pull up blinds
'Cause it's gone the tie that binds
given to me at birth to stunt (okay)
So that's why I cop the Bentley with the leather and the fur in the guts
Hey, hold on, mami, them whips on dubs
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather
to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'm be fresh as hell if
Pull off in my ride with the new leather
Yeah, the one with the red letters
Matter of fact, you bring her, bring her
Ay, don't forget yourself too
like wet leather
Your pretty body soft as bird feathers
If you bring a friend, I'm a switch hit her
Keep on my lenses, I don't speak, nigga
They too
and movie stars
And David Allan Coe
There was leather and lace
And every minority race
With a backstage pass to
The Willie Nelson Show
Kristofferson got
a young bih' so fine, I had to buy the bitch a loft (wop)
The leather so soft plus the top get lost (yeah)
Two-fifty for the chain but I ain't the one
down the hallway
In red leather loafers
This may not be your fault but
Man you in so deep
How can you know all that you
Know and get to sleep?
Honey
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of the stranger
But we love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard the danger
the top down, feeling the sounds
Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs
Ridin' harder than guys
With the chrome wheels at the bottom
White leather inside
When
the weather folds
Just put away the leathers and
Put ice on the gold
Chilly with enough bail money to
Free a big willie
High stakes, I got more at stake than
Yeah, with my black leather hat on
With my heart torn in two you saw me comin'
You knew what I would do
With a message in my waistband
With my trail
Shots thru your leather and clothe
With your skelly off break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket
I don't give a fuck who you be
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