| Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots | |
| High debut beating boy band groups | |
| Nigga let me know what the **** y'all want do | |
| Either keep up or you can't, can't | |
| Met 'em through a barbeque, cracker through yo' thang, thang | |
| I ain't come here for no dumb shit | |
| You think you one of the hardest nigga, lyrics of the drum kick | |
| When it's finished over and done with | |
| I'ma smoke a blunt and knock the pussy off of some bitch | |
| I ain't no speedy when you say | |
| I beat it too much | |
| I ain't gone eat it, you ready go drown me and | |
| I pound it enough | |
| See me losin' **** the big butt women | |
| Woman walkin' funny pussy up in her stomach | |
| Sittin' in the front 'cause | |
| TV's runnin' | |
| Peanut-butter leather seat, with big truck on it | |
| I must've kidnapped the nigga man-huntin'' | |
| Cause I heard 'em hollain' hold on baby | |
| I'm comin' | |
| Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far | |
| But bitch | |
| I told, do what you're spoused to | |
| Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans | |
| It's just like | |
| I told you, walk like | |
| I'm spoused to | |
| Man I'm the only mother-****in' black prince of the south | |
| So ba-ba-balubop, bitch watch out | |
| I make yo' momma sake a tell feather | |
| Don't tell yo' daddy that | |
| I'm here, 'cause you know | |
| I make him feel great | |
| Gone get yo' sex, you just turn me on | |
| While he down there quotin bed, | |
| I know you not gone sing that song | |
| I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off | |
| Before you knows [Incomprehensible] 1:40 | |
| I give it to him and this bitch can't handle | |
| Or ugly jealous mother-****er this shit jammin' | |
| Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent | |
| On top of 8th street kicks | |
| IndianaNo callin' me big bucks no wammies | |
| This year | |
| I'm screamin' jive records big truck goddamn it | |
| Heads up high enough so you can move | |
| Rank CEO slash rapper, slash fool | |
| Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far | |
| But bitch | |
| I told, do what you're spoused to | |
| Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans | |
| It's just like | |
| I told you, walk like | |
| I'm spoused to | |
| I'm fixin' to blow up like the jar of [Incomprehensible] 2:21 | |
| Ever the vesent [Incomprehensible] 2:24 come get me | |
| Grammy nominated, especially | |
| The soul train award winner, call me black elvis | |
| PreslyYou probably [Incomprehensible] 2:30 but you see me on | |
| Either 106 and | |
| Park, Queen | |
| Latifah, Chris rock, or | |
| Jenny Jones | |
| Knock down buildin's, chop down trees | |
| I kick so ****in' hard they say, "You Japanese" | |
| I'm up in the minute because of what | |
| I inventLook at your over there with your seatbelt | |
| Like I'm [Incomprehensible] 2:44 | |
| A.K.A the tarantula, hot rhymes comin' from a cannista' | |
| They keepin' my fan for somethin' to brag on | |
| These people in here ain't leavin' 'til | |
| I finish my ****in' last song | |
| Bitch walk like a balberin', tall dark and cut | |
| Now keep your ****in' hoes down | |
| Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far | |
| But bitch | |
| I told, do what you're spoused to | |
| Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans | |
| It's just like | |
| I told you, walk like | |
| I'm spoused to | |
| Far away the stars, never thought we would get this far | |
| But bitch | |
| I told, do what you're spoused to | |
| Give me brains, stop lookin' strange fix your jeans | |
| It's just like | |
| I told you, walk like | |
| I'm spoused to | |
| South and west come together | |
| However, we plan doing this shit quite clever | |
| My nigga mystikal, it's ya boy butch cass' | |
| And we put a foot off in they ass let's have a blast |
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