these arms Don't you know that you're my good luck charm? Lovin' you forever girl And never do I wanna go without my good luck charm Like a rabbit's
I'm gonna have a little talk with Jesus When I get home tonight I'm gonna tell Him all about my troubles And I know He'll make them right Then I'll ask
Well, well, well, well I looked over yonder and what I see seems like a chariot coming after me Swing low, sweet chariot, coming to carry me home Why
spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits MC rhymin?, chart climbin? Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk MC rhymin?, chart climbin
I come, they go, I run, they slow I ain?t ashamed that I did what I did I just live how I live, you don't like it, say so Ain't a singer on my payroll
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh I'm on, I'm grown, I'm so in my zone You ain't gotta tell me, I know this my home Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody Who
[Chorus - Sleepy Brown] Everywhere that I seem to go, all people they know There goes that man Cadillac's steady move, all ladies choose it There goes
a country cat, it's just a fact, can't run from that Keep high, a bunch out back, now watch the money stack Hide in the hay, in the barn out on the farm I can charm
Make way We point you to the money Bubba K We point you to the money We paid, Bubba here I don't know about y'all but I feel wonderful Yeah, they lookin
Yeah, It is I I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that But beside this motherfucker right here This motherfuckin' boo Hey that's me all
Ain't life grand You're workin' to the bone You're givin' it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand You're workin' to the bone You
I'm supposed to represent I'm too motherfuckin' raw to be all Worried if these broads, is fuckin' with me ya'll Y'all can suck my right and left nut
I wanna runaway, (I wanna runaway) with you (I wanna runaway) I wanna runaway...'cause baby you?re my everything I don?t need this All I need is us Cmon
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere
Month of May yet the sky is gray it's just another day Since you're gone away and I think of you All the rain would wash out the pain And I thought
'm on my Charlie Sheen Charlie Sheen, Ch-Ch-Ch-Charlie Sheen I ain't got no damn boss, man I'm on my Charlie Sheen All-all-all I do is win, let me tell
(I'm listenin' to ya, Charlie) [oh, yeah-eh] Everybody knows (Everybody, everybody knows) You're my Juliet in rags And Charlie Parker loves me Charlie Parker loves me Charlie
(I'm listenin' to ya, Charlie) (Oh, yeah-eh) Everybody knows (Everybody, everybody knows) You're my Juliet in rags And Charlie Parker loves me Charlie Parker loves me Charlie