Lay it on me King Cowboy baby
you know my credits Don t ask if it s true
fuck it I said it Regret it? (Never) Pimpin ? (Forever) Pull more hoe s than the free cash levers So you better never
question the cleaver
cleaver I sever whatever
forget her
and turn em redder than ever You better wet her
and leave her makin her miss me Cause that s how we do it up in Detroit city 71 super charged big block hemmy Ya eldavarge
I m livin more like Lemmy B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet s is hot But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun We re the band that other bands run from Doin the backstage boogie is where you ll find me If you want some of that flash a pass
come back and lay it on me Lay it on me Baby you got Lay it on me Uhh..just lay it on me Lay it on me Lay it on me Now
people always say I aint livin right But it aint my fault you misplaced your light Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy Now she s gettin fucked up in Detroit city Kickin with the hippies
bikers
thugs Hit me with a micky
fast women and drugs 1 love
for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I m gone Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn I m makin pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs You ll feel the hours torn later when you spread your legs No need to bag
and don t trail behind me Just step up front a little lady and Lay it on me Lay it on me Baby you got Lay it on me Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me Lay it on me Lay it on me Hey
hey
hey (talkbox)Here we go
lets
lets jam.
We re comin
we re comin
we re comin Live from Detroit it s Saturday night Got the funky fresh rhyme no beat to bite And to ya ll hee haws who thought I d never rank I m goin hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch I got rich off a keepin it real While you radioheads are reinventin the wheel Got critics all trippin off I don t know what While I m sippin king louie not givin a fuck Trash me in the news
give me wack reviews But you ll never find another who can fill my shoes Who can roll the blues
who can rock the rap Who can rock
who can roll
who can flow like that Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers Understand I want peace like Gandi But until that day I ma walk this way so Lay it on me I m talkin all night long Lay it on me Like a bang a gong Lay it on me With AC/DC on From hells bells to the next 9 songs Lay it on me I can love you like that Lay it on me I d rather fuck to Foghat Lay it on me Yeah I can make you shake Slow ride it baby through the piano break Come on
come on
come on So step up front little lady Lay it on me Got to lay it on Lay it on me Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh Ohhhhhh lat it on me You gotta 1
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