Lyrics:
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
the boy upgraded so they switchin sides like Irving
But mama taught me better so they stay outside observing
I've learned my lessons I know they
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
as the bluegrass songs say.
They were standing underneath a giant pine tree there in Crockett singing the rudest, most grotesque, nastiest bluegrass songs you've
get with ya
But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a (fuck)
My motto in the 90's is be happy making bucks
Girls love the Jim, 'cause it causes
Irving with the handles do this shit without no label
I swear to god we’re all dogs for this shit if a mother fucker’s hungry i feed him kibble
[ Hook ]
steps, step by step and I'm on way
Next step that could be my best, yet to get what I'm owed I'm drained
But I can't get caught up
So I can't be giving
on the microphone)
Well, all u people out there, (push)
u'd better be 'ware
cuz they call me Rosie G
And I just don't care (push)
I like 2 step, all night long
hate the way
that I develop this psychosis. I try, but shit just comes out which has
absolutely no conviction whatsoever. I think that people think we're
I only been blessed
with gorgeous tits, yes, here they are!
Here thay are, You've read about them
in people magazine, they were featured
today
Aren't you glad you came along and watched the emus play
Ranger Rupert we're ready
Betty calls out from the porch
The band is all set up, and they
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
For all of y'all putting in work that they never saw
This song's for you
For everyone striving, but haven't yet got the call
This song's for you
cake off
But I ain't tryna let them guys in suits
Walk all over me like Thai masseuse
'Cause Hollywood is full of rich, fat, old dudes
Pointing at their
like the Knicks
Bitch, go to the moon
All of my niggas they high as hell, they off them shrooms
Skunk and shit, 4-0, bring out the brooms
We shootin'
are open, were greeted by Odin
Call it
Valhalla
Lately, I can't seem to get in a groove, what's left to prove?
I'm all out of ideas, I can't seem
Boys and met back up with them
In the cold, gray light of dawn, as the bluegrass songs say
They were standing underneath a giant pine tree there
In
on water, when they done killed the school
with their meteorological corniness, all blue but
not the kind that's blues as we're all tangled up
in these
long for berlin and barcelona
They yearn for paris, madrid and rome
And I know some who prefer arizona
And some prefer home
There's only me who is
your phone, get your wallet
And put them on the floor
Take five steps back
Turn your face to the door
Close your eyes, count to ten
It'll all be over
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
Came together and made
This show for y’all they told me, "Ye
Do not say that out loud whatever you do
Do not say that out loud" And I
Just said it! I
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
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