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1] Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the son gun y'all seen like a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens Never did I love her, sorry it was all clean Who you think you with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring Forty I was on the eighty I was there it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rule, in and out before the snare And as far as shots, wash that shit up out your hair (OH) Stob block, Cobb block, Ram, got Knox six twelves, four amps, three sluts, hot I ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hot inside that tool box, there is when the feud stops
2] Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to ya I hibernate a while and call ya when it's over Don't know where I'm but it's pretty far from sober Yeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't it over momma said that God said he got a party for ya And I'm a give ya lord, every a heart I owe ya It sounds a bit cliche but Sparxxx a soldier (OW) What you about balin hay in that South Georgia heat Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the There's a heap a to lose, but there's even more to keep If you feelin froggy baby, better before you leap
3] Baby the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Dome' Like Shondon, with that Steven on the Or maybe it's the slang, that got me down my brains on the plane, met this chick in Fort And you certaintly can the jazziest persona But classy broad that get trashy in the sauna just the slickest, how else is there to word it I'll just plead my case, and then let y'all unveil the