Lyrics:
Player got some money
You can tell by the clothes
Why they call me Too $hort
No one knows
Cuz when I pull it grows, and it grows, and it grows [Ooh Wee]
I
alive
And here’s to all the truckers on highways near and far
Hauling dreams by any means to where we are
Rajoe rigger well I got me a gig so I’m going
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You'll
Sunny
Sunny
Thank you for the sunshine ok
Sunny
Thank you for the love you brought my way
You gave to me your all in all
And now I feel 10 feet
tale
Sorry I swore just then
'Cause I know, you hate it
And by the way that cake you baked me
Really sucked but I ate it
'Cause I loved you even
Crowded in a thoughts make me forget your presence
How your hardwork manifest essence
You are loved by every child
Pacific ocean to the Nile
Help me
doubt,
That you’re amazing,
Just because,
Your ego’s tainted,
By some deadbeat
Who would drive you
In his daddy’s old
Mercedes Benz.
PRE CHORUS
The lights now burn me like the sun
Go away
Strange how the table's turned
What I dreamed of now drives me mad
Fucking hate this position I'm in
I don't want
You are now rocking with the best
Soundclique is in the building
Oooh ahhhh baby I like your style (I like it too)
Oooh ahhhh daddy you drive me wild
would your Daddy do if he knew
You gave me a little kiss
(Like this)
Now I wanna do it a million more times
So baby, put your lips on mine
Maybe down by
Haha you fan ass Ni**a
(Hey Bitch)
(ya - ya - ya- ya )
Got my p**** in your mouth
I drag a b****
By her weave
For looking
At me wrong
(What
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Sunny
Sunny
Thank you for the sunshine ok
Sunny
Thank you for the love you brought my way
You gave to me your all in all
And now I feel 10 feet
away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like
Gather round me boys and fill your coffee cups
I'll tell you all a story while you drive them trucks
A story bout a girl who joined the state
printed in x-rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find
printed in x rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find
and a way prepared
To suit your every need if you believe
If you believe so will it be it's true for you it's true for me
Somewhere down that narrow road
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
away it's the fit, wanna taste the shit
Put me on a bass, and throw your face in it, fucker
Na Na, y'all can't touch her
My sex drive all night like
A lot of tree, a lot of gems
Bottle all that hate and bring it over here
Don't be scared, accept your fate, mind over fear
How many funerals I done
down to the floor
I drive for fun what do you drive for?
Rollin
Rollin like a trucker up and down the road
You know we Gotta make it but that payment
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