stare blankly at a father that has helped ruin it. You make me sick. I am ashamed for you. Enjoy your trip to hell, here is your one way ticket. We
you know that's a drag and there's no doubt 'Cause girlies are the one thing that I can't do without Female companionship is my one vice I love to buy
Then them *** come and holla and fly in any weather pimpin' I see you haters, hatin' on the way a n**** think But I'm laughing, laughing all the way
it Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me I let her decorate the real estate And I let her spend a half the ticket give or take A couple dollars
bag And I'm a ghost like Swayze Roll up to the theater, ticket buyin' What we're handlin', you can call us Aaron Burr From the way we're droppin' Hamilton
of the nation So pass the pussy on the left hand side, right (All singing together) Jump up on the Bone's dick and ride Pass the pussy on the left hand
hit the ground Just like a damn brick (damn brick) He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the quickness "G, she tried to play me out That's the way it
whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry, that'll never change And about forgiveness we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry honey but I passed it up, now look this way
the way you move I like the way you move I love the way you move I love the way, I love the way I love the way you move I love the way you move I love
a-lock like reruns St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever Get in our way
't miss that train 69 doin' it one mo' time So come on, ride that thang, baby All aboard, all ya ladies, just work it on down Get ya pass for the party
forfeit, We may be in the light, But we ain't shit We may not get respect You think we don't know We may be riding on a one way ticket down We're going
This next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense But somehow always seem to fuckin' work VERSE ONE
gravy kept me countin the money Chorus x2 Verse 2 I sell chickens I make biscuits 30 rack shawty come and get you a ticket Mine one hundred I dont
tell you about one all the southern folks have seen|g She's the beauty of the southlands listen to that whistle scream It's that pan american on her way
knew for sure That one guitar felt good in his hands. Didn't take long to understand. Just one guitar slung way down low Was a one-way ticket only one-way
white lines blow away) (Blow! Rock it! Blow!) Ticket to ride, white line highway Tell all your friends, they can go my way Pay your toll, sell your
the pulpit Niggas lie just to kick it, swear to God they got a meal ticket Then they call you when they about to get evicted A Underground King, I been one
