Lyrics:
Have gal everywhere
Deh pon her knees
But nuh think say she a pray
Up that hill like Jack and Jill
Gal batty big no chicken pill
Yardman drill this
they don't watch their back
Told my mama, "Ain't no way I'm going sad!"
Bout to give you a thriller, no Mike Jack
Flow hitting too hard, get an ice pack
as the fourth movie by Tarantino
The one that no one was waiting for
We are all so done
With a jack of all trades but a master of none
Master trickster
Tight
Jack
Lover boy a lil hood but you like that
Cop u a chain w my name J D G
Damn you fire baby 500 degrees
And you smart on ya way to a degree
New
and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that
Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I
His body much older than his years
Shudders with more disappointment than surprise
At the cursed realization of another day waiting
The dawn's early
cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah)
Whatever I say (whatever I say)
Uh-huh (Cactus Jack)
Uh-huh (Travis, Travis, uh-huh,
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
a deeper blue,
Sparkling in your eyes
Yeah, I just come alive
And I'm intrigued by your every move
(By your every move)
The things only you would do
careless man
He's Robin Hood by accident
I need it more than he does and
I surely will not feel bad at all, feel bad at all, feel bad at all, feel bad
he went out west
I love myself more than Kanye loves Kanye West
Alexa, play Mo Bamba by my boy Sheck Wes
Look everybody left and now I'm thuggin' by myself
Niggas ain't even help me when I asked that boy for help
I got to know myself again, stuck off
more time
Yeah, be a good friend
Come on, kick in, whiskey drink
I don't wanna think, think, think
About who she's with or where she is
Or how bad
want anywhere to go now, boo
By your side, I'm out of this road, my boo
No more silence in our lives
Just paralysed
I don't want anywhere to go now, boo
boys talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking
Less bloody in movies
Face to face with the boogeyman
Nobody wanna boogey
We bring more slaughter when we come
We wring more bodies 'till we're numb
and the beat was by Trackster
Title of the song was "Po Pimp"
I said, "Ooh, snap"
I told 'em I'm about to jack
Spit it funky like I'm a mack
I'ma come off
The fog is rolling in,
The tide is high.
Diane's as fat can be,
Aye, Captain, aye.
The guests seem more than pleased,
How is the wine?
We shall be
Thug]
Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah)
Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin)
I just bought 'em, them fos
you more by the moment
Then I knew it wasn't lust I was feeling
We've been through so much
Sometimes I have to talk to my dunn
He told me chill the fuck
lie
I can judge a man by the look in his eyes
So don't hand me Jack and try to call it Cola
I know the difference 'tween shit and shinola
I was born in
Written and recorded by Hank Snow
(spoken)
Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time
Since I last rode down this old trail.
sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get
[You have the right to remain silent]
Fuck that
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