feel And I would turn her sharp And I would make her whine He'd say, "you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides" Just a little lake across the Alabama
, the fuck am I saying? Not only am I fly, I'm fucking not playing All these little bitches too big for they britches Burning their little bridges, fucking ridiculous Champagne wishes, thirty white
be a sick pig, you're addicted I'm dope I'm the longest needle around here Need a fix up I'm the big shot, get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little
it made me feel And I would turn her sharp, make it whine He'd say, "You can't beat the way an old wood boat rides" Just a little lake across the Alabama
the moonlight) Don't sweat under your overcoat, 'Cause my heart can't harbor this paddle boat. You'll hit the bottom of the highest note And the chatty little
you today The new album from Petey Pablo 'Still writing in my diary, the 2nd entry' The boy hot now, he been gone for a little while Had a little vacation
a psychomaniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster, now he?s dead His brother took over, ain?t no sweat Bought a new drop-top white Corvette Now he
, ?There he go" I fit the description, black tee and dickies Big glock wit me, a Dade County nigga Born n raised, born, born n raised (It's that little
world now Close to the occasional boast Different folks, different strokes Black, white and asian All these ladies look incredible Still got me gazing Riding jet skies, on power boats
a prang bitch and you don't bang clips your gay now you don't bang chicks ok now were gunna make chips I've had enough of these little fake pricks yeah
flu to be a sick pig Youre addicted Im dope Im the longest needle around here Need a fix up Im the big shot Get it dicks nuts Your just small boats little
back and stand up tall [DIMITRI] And do not walk, but try to float. [ANASTASIA] I feel a little foolish. Am I floating? [VLADIMIR] Like a little boat
Inhale, sour diesel, white widow, kush, by the boat load, inhale Sour diesel, white widow, kush, by the boat load, inhale Sour diesel, white widow, kush
the lear Dressed in a black tux, **** tucked, strapped to the chair Half asleep, hopping out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and saw a white
little louder Ghostface, yeah, yeah Yo, you can catch me in Z-No's on a Friday night Or at the Emmy's, Bentley's, Roll Royce, all white Fresh kicks,
I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for
team, off the ropes, on the ocean or in the boat Factories or on hundred spokes What about up in the candy sto' That chocolate chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little
