Alabama Redneck Starbucks - Slidawg

Money comin' in, gotta count it, it's a must Since you smokin' niggas, that's a Hot Cheeto puff All these niggas do is walk around like they tough 'Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin's butt Fuck all that shit, I don't gotta act hard (Nah) 21 and I'm walkin' with a black card (Yeah) Ran up a check, I should be a track star He ain't eatin' right, so I make the cat fart Right on that nigga face (Haha) Should've saw his expression, look like he got maced Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him) Shoes untied, but I still win a race I'm on a whole 'nother level, bitch, I stand out (Stand out) Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out) If you don't answer, then I'm at your man's house (Man's house) Nickname, "Get More," 'cause he ran out What trends have you set? Can I ask? (Can I ask?) Rockin' lace fronts but you come in last Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?) Same bitch wear clothes with a tag Weak ass music got my ear bleedin' My bitches don't jump, we ain't cheerleadin' Noise in the crib, I don't fear demons Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin' Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks (Hahaha) So much money, I don't know what to do with it (Do with it) Might fuck around, tie my shoe with it (Shoe with it) Same-ass me with a new image (New image) We all know why shorty tooth missin' I get straight to it, I don't stall (I don't stall) Edges on Mr. Clean, bitch, bald (Bald head) You said that pussy tighter than a straw But he told me he couldn't even fill it raw Okay, um, hello Scared bitch, scarecrow Some of my nails broke 'Cause I made her eye match her elbow, wait Ain't got time for no rival (Rival) I stay booked like the Bible (Bible) In these streets, I'm so liable To tote that rifle and send hoes higher than the Eiffel Shit never stop like a hot mom I'm here to the end like dot com Rastas pull up like, "Wagwan?" "Let me know if you need a new shotgun" I'm like, "Okay, merch that, uncle" Too much money, how can I be humble? I can never be a letdown, save that for the hair up on Rapunzel Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks

Grandma got ran over by a reindeer Walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and grandpa, we believe She'd been drinking too much eggnog And we begged her not to go But she forgot her medication And she staggered out the door into the snow When we found her Christmas morning At the scene of the attack She had hoof prints on her forehead And incriminating claws marks in her back Grandma got ran over by a reindeer Walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and grandpa, we believe Now we're all so proud of grandpa He's been taking this so well See him in there watching football And drinkin' beer and playing cards with cousin Mel It's not Christmas without grandma All the family's dressed in black And we just can't help but wonder Should we open her gifts or send them back (Send them back) Grandma got ran over by a reindeer Walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and grandpa, we believe Now the goose is on the table And the pudding made of fig And the blue and silver candles That would just have matched the hair on grandma's wig I've warned all my friends and neighbors "Better watch out for yourselves!" They should never give a license To a man who drives a sleigh and plays the bells Grandma got ran over by a reindeer Walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and grandpa, we believe (Sing it grandpa!) Grandma got ran over by a reindeer Walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and grandpa, we believe Merry Christmas!

I got the call, he said pick me up at 11 They're letting me go on Christmas Eve this year I'll be standing on the road, havin' me a smoke Bring more cigarettes and ice cold beer Well, I flew out down that road in my old truck Barely missed old Red when I peeled out I guess Santa heard my plea Cause daddy's been set free Hey, family is what Christmas is all about Guess daddy's on parole this Christmas I wander what his new tattoo will be We'll shoot pool in Maggie's bar He'll show me how to hotwire cars Hey daddy's on parole this Christmas I saw him standing just outside that prison With a duffelbag and wearin' his orange suit They retired his number now He wears it loud and proud He's inmate 1473152 Yeah, daddy's on parole this Christmas I wander what his new tattoo will be And we'll go steal some nice TV's Robbin' Automatic Teller Machines Hey daddy's on parole this Christmas Daddy's on parole this Christmas