Dalszövegek
Wood Straight Lines

gonna bury me Alive... [Chorus:] And I'm so prestigious I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight

be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9 I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out" Ya damn right, I done sold out before and re-caught the same night Straight

Trunk Muzik Trunk Muzik Straight from the back of the game I rock it Yelawolf's got that crack, boy In the woods with the SK I'm cockin' You don't want

crackalatin Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala Trying to get you with this anaconda Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper Chrome and wood

bout 18 man its my time, to pop up on the scene and show my fuckin naked, come down the boulevard straight up wreck it, in a damn line pop trunk, surround

wi ve up is like sum angel Abducted dem fat and grad up Yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate Written at the entrance violate A straight death sentence

catch the line of the hook Or are you still fishin'? These are a couple questions That I, need to be answered Is these back woods And weed givin' me

dough I need to bake But you can buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gonna be straight 'Cause tha soft ain't got no cut and tha wood ain't got no shape

way, check it out, check it out [Verse 1] Dust kicker, quick to twist a nigga up in knots Never miss a not, quick to twist and shake up in the rocks Drop it on the wood