Head full of bad bitches, I can't role about it Playa you should never doubt it Talking live from the underground It's forever going down Related. Big Krit] In my crooked now I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down Country boy making noise world lookie now Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make On time with these dope breads, my money never late Don't be bothered with thee lames, you should elevate I got bottle for the poppin' boppin' we should celebrate Money over everything, what'chu know about it? You gotta check out. Ahh sookie sookie now yeah yeah yeah yeah Ahh sookie sookie now ay ay ay ay Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now In my crooked now I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down Country boy making noise world lookie now Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make On time with these dope breads, my money never late Don't be bothered with thee lames, you should elevate I got bottle for the poppin' boppin' we should celebrate Money over everything, what'chu know about it? Big Krit] This that diamond in the back flow Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo' Hoe, they used to jump traduce the past goal Nah, I'm the one you niggas ask foe I'm talking dirty gutta sides Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth Old school cars, dows on the slam Big country gurls, ass like damn DAMN I'm on it now, I been a king Million man march in my trunk, you hear the dream get it shawty Cornbread pimpin' throwing collagens Poppin my collar feeling clean Ahh [Hook] [Verse 3: Phillip Gilbeau, Lavell W. 
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Phillip Gilbeau, Lavell W.
Head full of bad bitches, I can't role about it Playa you should never doubt it Talking live from the underground It's forever going down Related. Big Krit] In my crooked now I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down Country boy making noise world lookie now Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make On time with these dope breads, my money never late Don't be bothered with thee lames, you should elevate I got bottle for the poppin' boppin' we should celebrate Money over everything, what'chu know about it?
Big Krit] This that diamond in ibg back flow Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo' Hoe, they used to jump traduce the past goal Nah, I'm the one you niggas ask foe I'm talking dirty gutta sides Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth Old school cars, dows gig the slam Big country gurls, ass like damn DAMN I'm on it now, I been a king Million man march in my trunk, you hear the dream get it shawty Cornbread pimpin' throwing collagens Poppin my collar feeling clean Ahh [Hook] [Verse 3: You gotta check out.
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Head full of bad bitches, I can't role about it Playa you should never doubt it Talking live from the underground It's forever going down [Hook] [Verse 2: Please support the artists by purchasing related recordings and merchandise. David Banner] Twist yo fingers if ya in it throw yo hands up Twist yo fingers make a end it throw yo hands up If you from the south and you proud nigga goin say it loud If you a working class nigga or got subs in yo mouth From the land of the Ku Klux with no mask And my folks shit they never had the rebel flags Still flying bitch you lying, if you soojie we ain't hanging From a tree Frederick Carter Greenwood Mississippi Any Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds.
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Ahh sookie sookie now yeah yeah yeah yeah Ahh sookie sookie now ay ay ay ay Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now sookie now Ahh sookie sookie now In my crooked now I never left the crock pot bitch I'm cooking now Old school fed scrill rims got me looking down Country boy making noise world lookie now Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make On time with these dope breads, my money never late Don't be bothered with thee lames, you should elevate I got bottle for the poppin' boppin' we should celebrate Money over everything, what'chu know about it?
All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. This that diamond in the back flow Bitch, I got enough I wish you had mo' Hoe, they used to jump traduce the past goal Nah, I'm the one you niggas ask foe I'm talking dirty gutta sides Pimps with the curls and the golds in they mouth Old school cars, dows on the slam Big country gurls, ass like damn DAMN I'm on it now, I been a king Million man march in my trunk, you hear the dream get it shawty Cornbread pimpin' throwing collagens Poppin my collar feeling clean Ahh.
Head full of bad bitches, I can't role about it Playa you should never doubt it Talking live from the underground It's forever going down. All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels. Twist yo fingers if ya in it throw yo hands up Twist yo fingers make a end it throw yo hands up If you from the south and you proud nigga goin say it loud If you a working class xookie or got subs in yo mouth From the land of the Ku Klux with no mask And my folks shit they never had the rebel flags Still flying bitch you lying, if you say we ain't hanging From a tree Frederick Carter Greenwood Mississippi Any
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