Lyrics:
Rodney, Bobby, Ricky or Mike
But Maseratis and them Bugattis by the end of the night
They say they want a cocktail, with a twist in it
They like
I ain't thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it, yeah (feel it)
All these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by
souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't knowin' their goals
souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't knowin' their goals
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
An' away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim as he drove
all afternoon, and in the evening,
when the sun goes down, and in this slow taper towards
black night, rough outline, and common shawl. our fabric
The kids was just starin' at each other
J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother
Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
Full speed down Reed, shot his
staring at each other
J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother
Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch
take away if I should die tonight
Well, them boys way down in Dixie, they don't pity no fool
They tend to go lookin' for trouble and they don't play
he rose
He sprang to his sleigh
To his team gave a whistle
An' away they all flew
Like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out
Them boys from Alabama got a bounty on their head
They ain't ever gonna make it's what the record business said
Six-string guitar
Burn down the barn
all days (yeah, the good ol' days, yeah)
Well, let's talk about the good old days (let's talk about them shits)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take you
down for sure
Then the music go out
They pull out a Ouija board - What the fuck?
Yeah, they on some weird shit
("What the fuck are these weirdos doin
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
beat with a rhythm always willing and ready
It was a night like no other in 'ole Big D
Freddy drove a packed bus right down to the scene
El Centro was
gets here
They plan to reveal the biggest
And best feature yet
And if you scan this QR code or
Go down low and click that link
You'll get a ton
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
Liars brag
down to Dixie, land of the cottonfields
Driver said You look so sad, son, where you headed to?
Said I always heard that Memphis is the place to go when
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
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