Lyrics:
broke, nigga
'09 to the fuckin' swish, nigga
We see niggas in traffic, nigga
Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
Suck my dick, nigga
To all the fuckin' opps
Pull the Strings to my Heart baby play me like I'm your Guitar
Eh, Travel round the world girl I'll take you to Barcelona, Lona, Lona
Eiyeeah
So oh Baby
a pretty boy
Name me somebody could ever top me at anything
No never me, in any dream, by any means
I think shawty wanna wedding ring
I tell her "please...
I have a band of men and all they do is play for me
They come from miles around to hear them play a melody
Beneath the stars my ten guitars will
my last name, Hardaway
Pretty bitches, she living in Soddy Day-Z
They don't listen, they think they I'm cray-Z
Ooh, give me some face
Ooh, give me some
Pretty girls pop champagne (Pagne)
When I get lonely it rains
My heads been in a spin cycle
I’ve been by myself like a unicycle
I talk to other
She walked right up next to me
And whispered I this in my ear
Come play guitar for me
Something with a pretty melody
Some jazz would be the bee's knees
leaving GA
Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one
And grab my guitar and play
Four days flew by like a drunk Friday night
As the summer drew
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
town
The day this hired legged guitar picker just happened to come around.
Well, he walks in my office with a great big grin,
And folks that's where
a mystery
I always got a pretty bitch with me
My bitch'll be like, "Come and get with me
Pretty please, I need some dick in me"
I get bad hoes and you
Get
don't bring your guitar
I sing this song all by myself
For now
Your dog's not here, and neither is
Your toothy pretty smile
There are only those tears
wanting a taste of that life
P-R-E-T-T-Y B-O-Y
Why you runnin' through my mind
Why I want you by my side
You a P-R-E-T-T-Y
That's on God
Why you runnin'
Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting there for me
I think about the salt sea
my guitar
Teach me that extra string
‘Cause home is still far and
The road is still so pretty
O stranger, awaken my guitar
And it’s a new song I’m
you baby
But not like I love my guitar
Not like I love my guitar, no
You couldn't do it all by yourself
You had to go and get somebody else
Your
Deadshot
Ricky fresh yak
Come deur vet slat
Frontline se beste
Stoney kwetsa
Like me Like ya
Hate me fuck ya
One shot all I got
You feel me? Deadshot
We on the south side but North Phily though
Really though
Purp by the pound crack by the oz
I'm so fly all your hoes know me
It be me Oschi
Caddy truck
ooouu, sound like a drive-by
I got two, cop two more lines
I just spent all my love all in this cup
But it aint me maybe its us
All of my guys be booted
Give me the whole stake from the ruler to the two.
Give me the ruler too, measure it up.
There's good money in the pyrex mesurin' cup.
Ricky Bobby's
and it's all on me
Won't find nothing fancy I'm a tired one man band
I'm the picking and grinning guitar man
Yeah the fruits of my labor's when
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