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I’ll have it as soon as I earn the money to buy it That’s a long time away Daddy, you gonna tell her what Ma said? I’ve been that boy since I was smoking banana peels Back in Alabama where the ballpen Hammer knocking hubcaps off the reel Stealing bowties off the grills Momma said, "No carbonated soda ‘fore you go to bed" But I never listened to her A two-liter bong with a tinfoil bowl Full of cheap hydro is illegal, I’m sure But I learned from watching the neighbors Yeah, watching the neighbors Got me Jordache jeans Feeling real hot, hangin’ from my pocket, a pager Yeah, buddy, boy, I’m clean Cubic zirconium rocks in my earrings Gimme that stone and a mobile phone And I carry that gem like me and Irene I’m getting totally stoked Sipping Creek Water with me and my folks I’m getting totally throwed My flock is waddling around Can’t keep my ducks in a row And I can’t keep up with this bullshit they callin’ dope, but I’m married to her Letras de cancionesI can’t leave this bitch neither Rock and roll pussy I cannot turn down even though she’s a liar, a thief, and a cheater, I need her That long hair ain’t gonna cover up that red neck, boy Catfish Billy The motherfucking Billy in the house Billy and I’m really in the house Really like I’m really on the couch Choppin’ up dope boy, I ain’t never seen a drought You ain’t never seen a Catfish Billy There’ll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain’t never been a doubt, just bounce, I'm Catfish Billy The motherfucking Billy in the house Billy and I’m really in the house Really like I’m really on the couch Choppin’ up dope boy, I ain’t never seen a drop You ain’t never seen a Catfish Billy There’ll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain’t never been a doubt, just bounce Still got the bottom beating like gorillas Checking my trunk like a killa’ You ain’t fucking with Slumerican stop, uh Bitch go to sleep, grab a pillow Go to sleep with your stinking ass I ain’t got time, I ain’t taking trash Out to the bend, take you out with my pen And then I take a bottle, and break the glass (ooh) I done built me a fortress And I didn’t have to beg, plead, or force it Got enough forces to sit on my porch and not move, and still be in orbit An ancient alien, homosapien Me and rappers like beats of Okra Turn water to wine, one hell of a time Drinking up this fire and there’s no need to cork it Gorgeous, mmm, gimme those ‘Cause I remember me and momma making penny rolls And if you wasn’t with me when the shit hit the fan Then you cannot get a penny, — you ain’t getting any, bro Gotta pay the taxes, when the wood is out And the kerosene can is filled up to the brim Don’t look at him, go get the matches Lace up and then take a hike I’m making shit that is major light I’m pulling up in them big wheels You couldn’t pedal a baby bike I do not hang at the same club in the same town every damn night I am not making Hip-Hop for the Hip-Hop awards show or the ‘Gram likes Cause I— Catfish Billy The motherfucking Billy in the house Billy and I’m really in the house Really like I’m really on the couch Choppin’ up dope boy, I ain’t never seen a drop You ain’t never seen a Catfish Billy There’ll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain’t never been a doubt, just bounce, I'm Catfish Billy The motherfucking Billy in the house Billy and I’m really in the house Really like I’m really on the couch Choppin’ up dope boy, I ain’t never seen a drop You ain’t never seen a Catfish Billy There’ll never be another from the South Never be a mother with the style To make another me, not now The King of Alabama That ain’t never been a doubt, just bounce From Letras Mania