, cry on, baby, cry on Baby, just cry, cry on Well, I've done all I can to hold on You're only gonna find me gone So, baby, cry on, baby, cry on You
Traduzione: Little Texas. Cry On.
a motherfucker It's your nigga, Sir Daily baby [Sir Daily:] Hop in on the flow, and I wreck the beat Come through looking good, and I'm on a sweet And
Hit It I Spit It For The Real G's Who Be Out On The Grind Who Hustle Cuz' Dollar Signs Is All They Got On They Mind Get Your Money Nigga, If You Dont
B.C. Pumps in my trunk on my L.D.T. Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe Who's next on the west, might as well be me Fast get mad cause I ain
You're hotter than Texas Way down South Touchin' every part of your body With my mouth (Gonna make you sweat girl) Come on now This is a cry for
horns now You're hotter than Texas Way down South Touchin' every part of your body With my mouth (Gonna make you sweat girl) Come on now This is a cry
the nightlife ain't no good life, but it's my life Often times the road to nowhere just leads right on back to me Yeah and sometimes I'm so lonesome I could cry
but will a young nigga live to see 23? Killing dont phase me, fools think I'm crazy Muslims on every corner handed out the daisy's Name fresh on the
(Miranda Lambert & Travis Howard) Well the sun just got through going down on a sleepy little Texas town Population plus one minus one A new grandma
the game in a slab on swang, Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I?m fuckin? round with that Drama King, (Chorus) (Paul Wall & Papoose) I?m on
high on something Came knocking at the door His mama wouldn't talk to him She said boy dontcha let him in She was cussing and pacing and wasting her life On
[Z-Ro] The swisher papers got me dying so I practice smoking squares And I see death around the corner so I'm quick to say a prayer Living my life on
kick your ass through your leather pants i'ma wizard i sold wicked hex's and made your nutsac bigger than texas and as you cry how fragile it gets i'
STARTED SINGING' THAT OLE TEXAS LULLABY YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE ROLL ALONG ROLL ALONG YIPPEE YI LITTLE DOGGIE TAKE ME HOME, TAKE ME HOME IT'S SO COLD ON
this old town (This awful town) There's a place I know Folks won't pass me by Dallas, Texas, that's the town I cry (Oh, hear me cry) And I'm going
hit it i spit it for the real G's who be out on the grind who hustle cuz' dollar signs is all they got on they mind get your money nigga, if you dont
lot of changes If it was left up to me 'Cause what this country needs Is a little more steel guitar And put a little fiddle right in the middle Straight out of a Texas
