Lyrics:
left you told me befo' you left you told me
That I was gonna have to keep the family up
(Mike Jones!)
April 14th was when, I felt I lost a friend
I damn
y'all just as much as y'all love me
I do this for y'all shout out Cinematics
Shout out my brother, Jonny Shipes
To all them arguments that I had with Jon
goin' feel this steel
Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggas sellin' the work ain't half as old
as the fiends
PRESIDENT GEORGE BUSH (was followed by "No new taxes," a promise he would not keep)
"We, the jury, in the above entitled action, find the defendant,
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
full of crime
A bag full of dimes
A hood full of jealous ass niggas wanting mine
But now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And if I
sirop, me trouve pas sous les bât'
Lance-roquette comme au Pakistan
J'allume le truc, y a l'étage qui flambe (brrr)
Lance-roquette comme au Pakistan
wait, who that description fit
Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she
Wanted green paper so I started off in retail
Put yourself against me, I'm Minnie Jones with a short round,
call yourself a pit, then I'm Michael Vick in
By the time you gettin' out you gon' have a grandson
Fuck you bitch I'll see you in hell bitch!
Fuck that!! Fuck that!! Fuck, get off me! Fuck you
from my Lord
And He has given me a good sustenance from Himself
Shall I pollute it by mixing it with unlawfully earned money
I do not wish unlike you
to George Jones, White Lighting right down to your Cold Cold Heart
Never was a big stage dreamer, but that blue-collar six stringer, held us together when
me)
Dear Father
Why haven’t you heal me?
(Why haven’t you heal me)
I’m tired of these demons fighting over my soul fucking with me.
(Perky Perky)
Come
Lord Knows I been holding it in and wondering why
Lord Knows my music is therapeutic, I'm gifted that's why I do it
Cursed but still body verses,
to pieces
I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk
Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts
Hold on, who turned the lights on?
Word
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
some more
(Oh yeah)
Or maybe I should just take you home
And make you feel for me, like a love Jones
(Yeah, I said)
What we gonna do when the 'L
my feelings can't ignore
His songs will make you happy
Or they'll chill you to the bone
A gift to us from Texas
George Possum Jones
(Chorus 1)
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones)
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
And a whole lotta beer
Hank, Willie, George Jones
That's what I should hear
Pass me the joint man
And let's roll some smoke
If the good lord is willing
And if
surrender)
Ya know, and have faith in something that you can't see (I surrender to your Lord)
Even though you wanna believe
Y'all just gonna have to just
the radio
Don't mind me, I'm just getting country twisted
I got Jones to the left of me and Cash to the right
We got good ole' George shooting Strait tonight
Harlem
It's almost back home, y'all
Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey
Ayo Santana, what is it, huh?
Ayo, lately I've been going
Through some family matters
My
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