Cherokee Ridge - OUT OF MY WAY!

She wanna eat my D like supper
Fuck your sibling, auntie, daughter, cousin, mother
She like it but I will not say I love her
She lookin' at my hardware like Hubbard's
Rob a boy shoes, tell him he a bitch
He don't want this, he ain't with the Clique
He don't got sticks, he ain't one of us
His chest all puffed, act tough, end up getting snuffed
No candle, hi there, it's me, Randall
If you got a job, give it to me and I'll get it handled
Anything you need, JK, JK
I'm a god-fearing boy, air out clips broad day
No play with me, you still insist
Got your chick with me and she wanna make kids
You got a toe tag, send you to the grave
6 Feet underground, you'll forever lay
Yuh
Yuh
She wanna eat my D like supper
Fuck your auntie, sibling, daughter, cousin, mother
She like it but I will not say I love her
She lookin' at my hardware like Hubbard's
Hey, what up
Switched everything upside-down
Your girl ain't so loyal she be passed around
Called up your woman, said she down to pound
I guess another person added to her body-count
Yah, hit you wit' a wrist-flick
I know for a fact you can't do this
Nobody know what I'm doin'
Nobody know what I'm brewin'
Fucking your chick in the back of my truck, bumping all my music
Wanna eat my D, really want it tho
If you strutting up to me and want smoke, I'ma turn this dark alley to a lightshow
She wanna eat my D like supper
Fuck your auntie, sister, daughter, cousin, mother
She like it but I will not say I love her
She lookin' at my hardware like Hubbard's
Bitch

Written by:
Randall Ridge

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