Y'all think broke look cool, man Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it,
Sing it for 'em Pleasure P Little mama i know she ready now tell me what i gotta do now gotta get gotta get my hands on you and by the way that she told
J-U-V-E, no breed, no other like me Fans like is he really gonna drop that? Point of degree, you ain't never gonna top that He ain't the same but he still
A 100% real with everything I do I make things happen every time I come through And that's on everything, that's on everything If I ain't already did
On a chicken hunt, huntin' for a chicken Get paranoid when you hear my glock clickin' Speakin' to the punk that's tweakin' With the bitch ass styles I
I got my cock in my pocket And I'm reelin' Down the old highway I got my cock in my pocket And I'm reelin' Down the old highway I'm gonna whip it on
All the boys are begging for her Reaching long to grab her clothes to Pull her in every direction and Throw some game that won't win This girl, she's
Well, in this barnyard I'm king cock of the roost Stay out all night, just drinkin' that moonshine juice And I don't show the crow till crack of noon
Hold up, yeah Ooh, ooh! Somebody done told you wrong Who you're gonna off like that Hot, too hot, too hot, too motherfuckin' hot Like motherfuckin' tool
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Hey, people down the street don't know what's goin' on. They don't know where I'm going. They don't know where I'm from. I've got no time to explain to
With your hair so white you could light up the night Burning out like a shooting star From the stage to the squeeze From T.V. to striptease I loved you
People say that life ain't fair And then they say what you give comes round the same What can you believe ? I say if you want passion in your life You
You got, you got, you know what You got, you got, you know what, How long can freedom last, when you got bird trouble and your sinking fast Well I
Well the country's burned down look at it smoulder I wanna live for today don't wanna get any older You can't show us nothing we don't wanna be shown
I am a product of the sixth degree Don't you wish that you were me I go for a walk and then I watch TV 'Til it's time to have my tea I watch all the adverts
hitler has only one big ball GA¶ring he has two but small Himmler has something similar and poor old GA¶bbels has now balls at all.
Got drunk on a Friday night Woke up Sunday morning His bags by the front door There's no final warning She's thrown in all his clothes And all reason