Lyrics:
thuggin'
I left the trap and I came back and it was still jumpin'
Bitch I deserve a check for balling like I'm Tim Duncan
I went out with all them
Take 'em by the pound
Maybe I slap big, bot-tom 'round
But if not, sit tight
I just might hound you down
Things that make you go "M-m-m-mm"
Taste
guilty when you're innocent, is the only test I fear
There is one thing that's for sure, and I want to make this shit clear (for sure, clear)
I done
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
spendin' next week's cash, he fast (oh)
And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that
I'm passin' 'em out now (yeah), and you can't have that (yeah)
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
To the DeKalb dressing room in
The two hours that she could
Have spent taking a real
Nap, not an upright one
And ask her what she means
When she's doing the thing
a billion views
Ain't got no time for the Paparazzi
Lord don't put me on the evening news
The only thing I ever wanted
Was a California girl like you
So they
my firm belief
That the only thing we have to fear
Is fear it'self nameless
Unreasoning, unjustified terror
Which paralyzes needed efforts to
Convert
"Jamaica
Pack up your shit" Damn!
The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica
And I have become damn
Do I dare use the "F" word in jail but really
Have become like
cocked back
Hoes jock that, when a nigga be all the way real
Only thing they want is the dough, dick appeal
But I don't fuck around no more
And only saw me
Pass me a couple bitches
By the way fuck drugs
I can fuck the bitch sober
I done popped a viagra
And I look like Steve Austin
I look like Tim McGraw
With
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
And if I left that means I should of booger
Here's a new track, for all the new jacks
I
tightened my bike chain from 7 to 13
Taught me to drive when I was a wild thing
Reached and he prayed while I made some mistakes
That I wouldn't have made if
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time
ain't cool Lush why you set this
Up to get this dude crushed?
My tool bust, yeah I keep the heat
The only time you squeeze that thing and
Bust is when you
the heat rash to your camp, left his shirt there now you barely
Breathin'
Slow leakin'
Look at your people weepin'
I ain't have to quickdraw Mcgraw you
man
In my opinion only hope that we kinda
Have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I
guitar
Well if Bobby Ray too country, I'm the black Tim McGraw
I got some shit up on my chest, and I can't wait to get it off
If it’s trouble that they
holding in my hand
All the big arenas that filled up for McGraw, was the only thing I saw
Wanted to be up there with my name in big ol' lights
Singing in
don't pick up
These things, things, things
Is why I left you alone, like that
I got her in the middle of the woods
She knows that she can have my goods
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