, you know. Please forget all of my swings Or his tie me up's Three words could never Make this much trouble Or so I thought. Pre-Chorus: And memorize this
sound, you know. Please forget all of my swings Or his tie me up's Three words could never Make this much trouble Or so I thought. Pre-Chorus: And memorize this
Man come on man This my hook up Come on man let me get that shit This is my hook up man get your ass away Come on man let me fuck her first This my
I hit it so hard the pussy farted. And now it's time to departed. She took the rubber off and stuck it in her mouth. It felt like I came from down south
the Mizery nigga nigga what! My murderous niggas heard of this verb that I serve in this ssssshit..I shits word into the curb with this isssh (haaaf
a being Graduated from rights of beings to a beance Congratulated on life's irenes on your biatch I done came to far to go backwards My aim to extreme
herb we really smoke and how do we rip this show Fire it up How come high times magazine never put us on they front Fire it up 10 Years deep in this
dum) Dum dum dilly dee dum dum (Dum dum) Aiyo peep it, can you keep it down while I rock Tick tock about this chick around the block? She was high host
Well, Granddaddy was a hillbilly, scholar blue collar of a man He came from the school where you didn't need nothing If you could make it with your own
Well, granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man He came from the school where you didn't need nothin' If you couldn't make it with your
t hardly nobody Really got no type of feelings, got in a quarrel with the warden, Learned that words have no meaning, no high school diploma, no GED Got in a big fight with this
I'm a being Graduated from rights of beings To a beance Congratulated on life's irenes On your biatch I done came to far to go backwards My aim to extreme
Man come on man This my hook up Come on man let me get that shit This is my hook up man get your ass away Come on man let me fuck her first This my shit
Written by Kip Raines and Jeffrey Steele Well, Grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man. He came from the school where you didn't need
m a being Graduated from rights of beings To a beance Congratulated on life's irenes On your biatch I done came to far to go backwards My aim to extreme
hardly nobody Really got no type of feelings, got in a quarrel with the warden, Learned that words have no meaning, no high school diploma, no GED Got in a big fight with this
