Lyrics:
take a ride out to the country
Head South on Highway 1
California kiss your soul
make a Left at the big red barn
then....only a few more miles to go
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
up in her guts
Thrust, thrust just a little more till I hit the vibration
Down on my fours, finish up my nut
I make you come through, gee
Look
more bitches gettin with it than all of the states
She a freak (Uh-huh)
Little freak (Little freak)
Big freak (Big freak)
Super freak (Super freak)
She
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
focused
Giving you the best ah, no rest ah
In drive like a Tesla
More money, get your checks up
Fresh to the death yeah
Trying to make a little extra
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
you're startin a block war
Nigga pull the trigga if you want a little more
Frank Nitty style, buckwild
Thirty-eight slugs from uptown thugs
No
Little habit, you've grown a bit
Just a bit more than I would've guessed
Little habit, don't mean to do you wrong
But I don't like you anymore
Oh
skullcap
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party down
(Chorus 2x)
Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:
Once upon a time Far far away from here
thinkin'
'Fore you tell your lovin' man to leave town
'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book
He'll get another'n before the sun goes
on TV So girls, let me tell ya, better do a little thinkin' 'Fore you tell your lovin' man to leave town 'Cause with a little bit of luck,
thinkin'
'Fore you tell your lovin' man to leave town
'Cause with a little bit of luck, and a little black book
He'll get another'n before the sun goes
by now she should've noticed
That ya boy gone spit vocals or gone sell yola
She had nice goals future thought-out with a plan
But let me tell you how
want you getting too high
Come down
Just a little lower love
And we'll be just fine
Charli Was
Charli Was
Charli Was
But Charli ain't no more
Charli
by all means, carry on as you are
You're gonna be the next big radio star
Play your music and have your fun
But your stupid little love songs aren't
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
quo
Yeah
Aye
Pour that liquor, make that drink a little stronger
Take that jacket off and stay a little longer
The man around town, you can call me Don
do
We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let's do what we can do
can get a "Skengman 5" from a Storm or
You can get a "BlukuByeBye" from a Munk
Like who's got the whole scene pissed?
If it weren't Big Mike, could
on ridin', Gypsy Wheeler
This town's too small for a man as big as you
Keep on ridin', Gypsy Wheeler
This little town's got nothin' left for you
Keep
To expound any further would be
A waste of breath
The story's a little bit more than it seems
It has some depth
It's like I haven't waken up from a dream
Quiet
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