Tekster:
Jones George Busted

my belongings away, But I'm Busted So I called on my brother to ask for a loan 'Cause I was Busted I hate to beg like a dog for a bone, But I'm Busted

my belongings away, But I'm Busted So I called on my brother to ask for a loan 'Cause I was Busted I hate to beg like a dog for a bone, But I'm Busted

Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up

more can I say, just kill 'em Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this understood? I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good

he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta

he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta

like tinted and Ford, peas and carrots Rings with karats, and it seem people starin Hoes lovin my style, niggaz love jeans you was wearin Carryin on, this love jones

you rats) What more can I say, just kill 'em Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this under-stooooooood? I mostly George when I whip

you rats) What more can I say, just kill 'em Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood Now is this under-stooooooood? I mostly George when I whip