Im smokin loudly, i woke them all I pick up that tree, when its not far Im gone off that tree, when its not tall Im in love with tree, i'm a avatar I
Devil's eyes I can see them when they scream At night Living with me in my dreams You either love everything You either love everything I am right There
See the faulty now, see the dawn, see clear Five, six, it's gonna be narrow By written law for right of hollow form By thy all night Figure five fourteen
Teen drinking, is very bad Yo, I got a fake I.D. though Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yo, two step wit' me, two step wit' me One, here comes the two to the three to
Woke up this morning happy as could be Looked out my window and what did I see? A comin' up my sidewalk just as plain as day A well a here come trouble
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her legs up high, make the pussy splak You can put her in the buck by sittin' on a sink Wrap her legs 'round you, now take this dick Now put her in the buck
doesn't mean you have to sat goodbye to me Can't promise you a million bucks But I can promise I'll be good to you Everybody wants a million bucks But
By myself, I'ma ride till no enemy is left When the middle finger, niggas, hit your block like insurgents There's no deterrents from us cleanin' your clock like detergents Buck
You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production Buck and Bun B y'all niggaz can't see this nigga Cashville to Texas We snatchin' niggaz out
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Uh, oh, young buck Dirty south, yo I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp We ain't
gone and you're alone again $50 bucks says you'll let me in Hey yo Shaggy What up playa? You know they don't like juggalos over there Right $50 bucks
Chillin' at the studio Chillin' at the studio, 85 bucks an hour So hurry up and loop a beat Mike, come on I'm Violent J, but my homies call me shithead
Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my life once more Love's gonna live here again Things are gonna be the way they were before Love's gonna live here again
Words and music by Hank Cochran I don't know you from Adam But if you're gonna play the jukebox Please don't play A - Eleven. I just came in here from
by Buck Owens & Jimmy Snyder A little boy with tear dimmed eyes With trembling lips he could not hide Too young to undertsand Why daddy said goodbye
They're gonna put me in the movies They're gonna make a big star out of me We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely And all I got to do is