Lyrics:
I skirt then I dash
Don't worry bout no limits
Get to the cash
Don't worry bout
The haters stuck in the past
We liven large bby
Get to the cash
I
the Cadillac
Young Roscoe, the black Burt Bacharach
serve the sacks, flippin skirts like acrobats
And I dip wit you nigga, I take you on a ride
Through that
on a few blocks (yeah)
And I pulled a few skirts on a few blocks (yeah)
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me
until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring-ding-diddle-diddle hai-dee-ho
a daunting song
Gripping grass and hanging on
The blades like glass
Once-upon-a girl digging her way through the dirt, up to her skirt
Rather whimsy, roots
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and
glooms
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
on my knees
So many thoughts inside your head, baby, don't you wanna spill them out to me
Sitting with you in the tall grass
A little ghost in the trees
on my knees
So many thoughts inside your head, baby, don't you wanna spill 'em out to me
Sitting with you in the tall grass
A little ghost in the trees
Stop playin' with me, I know who you are
(Aye) You can hate on me but that won't get you far
Skirt off in my whip just like NASCAR
(Aye) Skirt off
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms;
Your eyes smile peace.
The pasture gleams and glooms
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows
With her bare feet laughing
I never learned to count my blessings
I choose
I'm looking for ya
Like the moon down on the earth.
Pass the butter knife, shake your skirt
As you change into something nice
Say you love these
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up
(Anybody can get it)
Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch
I'm in your grill
until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring-ding-diddle-diddle hai-dee-ho
until he could no longer keep his feet
And he stumbled into the grass to sleep beside the street
Chorus
Ring ding diddlediddle ay de o, ring di diddly ay
He rolled around and found a
Little paint brush
By the door;
As he held it in his teeth
He painted angels
On the skirt I wore.
Harry
Harry
Harry
Harry
wanted to be
Little daisies in the grass
I count them and it seems
Like you already came
And picked the prettiest ones
Still don't know how to forget
July please,
I'm on my knees,
The smell of your fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all its sins
Look another gorgeous levi ass
July
July please,
I'm on my knees,
The smell of your fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all its sins
Look another gorgeous Levi ass
July
got a chopper in the trunk
Chopper in the trunk, I got a chopper in the trunk
Once a nigga use it then you know you gotta throw it
Snakes in the grass
the whip we fleeing (Skirt skirt skirt)
I like to party with a bad one she a diva (She a diva)
Aye
I'm really digging her accent
You know we counting them
but I'm gettin' really wise
Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?
Won't stop sipping till we're both numb
Whose that girl in the short black skirt
them hollow tips as they comin'
Up with yo skirt!
Woo woo, fuck Gwinnette county
Fuck!
Da fuck?
Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
Hurry up
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