Lyrics:
comes down by your
Neck just a little it ain't even hot but u
Sweating just a little
I feel like I might've found
My wife just a little
Kinda like I
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
wouldn't do to make her little face smile
But oh don't it make you want to smile and dance
May God bless us all with a little romance
When a man's in love,
little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take
We might pull out our shotgun
Shotgun a cold one
Bust some clay and let em' lay there
Scattered in pieces
We might jump on our tractor
Disappear in
Gone Fishin'
Written by: Jeff McCool
Produced by: Jeff McCool and Wess Nyle
ASCAP publishing: McCool Media LLC
(CHORUS)
I'm up early in the mornin'
need bout two Grand
Hustle ya nuh normal dawg
nuh, yo da hustle ya nuh human
Straight woman to we thing my lord
you should know by now we nuh do man
became the moss
And once all inhibition's lost
The hipsters made a mission to the farm
We drove by tractor there
The yellow straw replaced our hair
We
and
I drop a bar that might offend
All you little pussies should go hit your head
With a kitchen pan
Scared shitless till you piss the bed
Throw a fist
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Aw yeah
Yeah the mullet and the stache is a lifestyle
If you got it then you're right by me
Everybody in my city always at my
A beat by Verse.Com
Verse dot see oh em, ehem
All day listening to pro by the bench
I ain't talking bout the hate, very smelly like the stench
From
rib-lickin' beer-drinkin' pig-stickin'
BBQ country style
Oh man wait a minute wait a minute Bill Bill don't do that
That's my good buddy Bill he drove my
were never to know
So you're packing up your office just a little too slow
Because the man who'll take your place is drawn at the bow
We can't relate
A little chalk paint on the driveway,
with two old rockers and a front porch swing
And it may not look like much from the highway,
but it's a castle
strap or a gap for that trojan man
Lovin' it when you lick me low, or on top of me
So I'm ridin' it like a tractor, it's a factor
Can you feel me? Do you
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
through her earth
The way a jagged little pill
Shoves its way 'round the mouth of history
I love my mother like I love breathing air
Even when she bruises
I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But times were hard and though I tried, the money
and more sophisticated
And for a little cash , i'll be error free
I'll down load my selection
Bouncing to perfection
Just wanna be touched by an angel
stupid
It's all for the music my hood made me do it
It's just a dream until I change up the scene
I'm on my by any means
Microphone fiend walk to the booth
Another day goes by, and still the children cry
Put a little love in your heart
If you want the world to know, we won't let hatred grow, no no
Put
Cause of that man
Five time champ
Had clamps
Plus fast hands
Foot work dumb
Up and und
Like a lap dance
Now
It’s evident
Kobe by far
Is the most skilled
I got my gun and my Bible by my bed. Trucker's hat sitting up on my head. With a chrome grill and seventeen inch rims. Good Lord can I get an Amen.
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