If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

Take me to your river I wanna know Oh, I wanna come near and give ya Every part of me But there's blood on my hands And my lips aren’t clean Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know

It works for me, it works for me, no And go Gina, and go Gina, aye And go Gina, go Gina I belong to nobody I loves you, bae Picking up a penny with a press on is Easier than holding you down Can't be any harder than holding you up now To come clean I said

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

I got things to, say I gotta (say) talk to you Too much to talk about Come clean to you Touch down, shawty, I just touched down Guess I gotta start a hunt down You still givin' me the run around (oh no) Hit me with the addy and I'm comin' now

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you Dig my grave with a silver spade Every link in my Jesus name Ever hear that church bell tone When I'm dead don't grieve for me Come right here and put flowers on my grave See that my grave is kept clean

You bring me sun, sun, sun, sunshine Come over, come over Come over, c-come over Sun, sun, sun, sunshine Girl come over Me want you closer I'm tired of the rainy days So before the night's over I want you to know that

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

Peaches living in niches Digging the scene like beautiful cliches I wanna be clean but I gotta get high It's good to be here, so hard to come by You bring pain cause you got game And needles and pins a man can't take Throwing shapes in a gangster lean