'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

Hold up, hold up Turn the bag into two Got the paper on my mind (Hold up) Take that bad bitch with you (Hold up) Got a crib on the yacht (Hold up) Hold up, hold up, hold up Montana, Giggs

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Baby, I'm hot just like an oven It's getting stronger and stronger Baby, open up and let me in I need some lovin' And baby, I can't hold it much longer And when I get that feeling I want sexual healing Sexual healing is something that's good for me

Hol' up, wassup, get none (I am the greatest) Motherfuckers get no love Like wassup, motherfuckers get no love Hol' up, from me Like wassup (I am the greatest) Motherfuckers get no love Wassup, motherfuckers get no love Like wassup

Behold, as Rome burns so do I This not the last empire to crumble I bore witness to rise and fall of tribes of Adonai And I have fallen short of a glory of God Lord of hosts, whore of salvation Tear the skies as you spread your legs Vomit forth upon my

There would be a riot Breakin' up my heart, I'd try to fight it If I ever lost you I could go out every night but I'd be lyin' If I said I could live and breathe There'd be a lot of lonely Wishin' and prayin' that you would hold me Come back to me

0 to 100, nigga, real quick Whole squad on that real shit Real quick, whole squad on that real shit Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick They be on that rap to pay the bill shit And I don't

Show you a side of these two lanes you've never seen Heating it up behind a high beam Ooh, baby you and me, just a-running down crazy Flying high, living careless, on the edge of wild and reckless Hold on tight, I'm 'bout to show you one hell of a night

Martha, my dear Martha, my love Don't forget me When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you Though I spend my days in conversation, please Remember me Hold your head up, you silly girl