over again Lead me up to the edge of the world There comes a time Now, shake your hair and rattle your cans It's a service funded by a self-made man
a chin Follows next a period spannin' Four long years with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war
come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour
You can get a plastic rapper from any ol'dispenser A penny a yard, to make a record ain't hard But to make it mean something that's a job But then we
underdog Get on a log Do the underdog Tell me, love Get it, get it, shotgun Sock it to 'em Hey, hey, hey, hey Good God, one more time One more time now
their big fat you-know-what, and move! Because we don't have much time. There's enough people sayin', "Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a shame? Ain't it a
it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong What
a wide array J'ai des bons bons pour vous mangez The party people scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai" 'Cause I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O
money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I bald, Kimo Dropped a mixtape, that shit sounded like an album Who'd a thought a country
I'm a lucky guy (I'm a guy too) My friends think I should dump her They say she's a man who found a wig in a dumpster (Your friends are smart) Naw, Rebs
a war with me So don't fuck with me [Benzino] Yo, swing that, mince that, double bogie, hit that Forty-cal go and get your burns, spit that Big gat,
won't have no hair But not only am I the Hair Club President, I'm also a client I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2Pc Dark A Raider that
tell ya they know about me, huh Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer See baby, I'm a leader, they always from a Libra And I ain't trying to lead
, no more big city Shake it, no brights lights, no more big city Shake it, no brights lights, no more big city Shake it, no brights lights, no more big
TrackBoyz Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, yeah Come on, ay Call me, I'm the man You need a hand boo I got a couple of grand Dayton's on ya feet
I won't have no hair But not only am I the hair club president, I'm also a client I come off like a toupee, I still have to pay 2pc dark A raider that
a marathon, girl, just...go on, run it You 'bout to fuck around and come up only 500 Shoppin' sprees, living VIP Out of the country, when you fuck with
