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Brooks Buford - Die On The Floor Lyrics



Brooks Buford - Die On The Floor Lyrics
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Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?
My Dick
Can't make sense outta nonsense ain't none since
I been on since before you were even conscious
Hence Put these bitches in convents
Call it Nun-sense you were focused on the bag
Not the contents
Correspondence with a shorty out in Florence
Wish I could meet up but I got to many warrants
I'm intense disappear like Mike Pence
Come back harder than a truck of cement
Fent in the cocaine shit done changed
And I'm down range what are you a clown gang?
Can't take stock in the exchange
Wives all are estranged - goin deep in ya O ring
These hoes need chlorine
You bang how boring
I be ignoring that shit you pouring
This cast is not supporting
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
Tell your mom and them
Tell your mom and them
Slice Dice like a Rwandan shit like a St Bernard in your garden
Went to NASCAR got Narcan-ed beg your pardon
I like my women like my cars foreign
I went missing find me on a milk carton
Keep it 300 like a Spartan not a Roman
Ancient Greece is not Italian You look dumb man
That's the rub man Cant play backgammon without a game plan
You insane man hanging with hang man
You done f*cked up pissed off Rainman
Running with the pros not the layman's
Follow what I'm saying hide the money in the caymans
Are you picking up what I'm conveying
At the holiday inn holler if you gotta dollar but no obligation
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
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English

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner?
My Dick
Can't make sense outta nonsense ain't none since
I been on since before you were even conscious
Hence Put these bitches in convents
Call it Nun-sense you were focused on the bag
Not the contents
Correspondence with a shorty out in Florence
Wish I could meet up but I got to many warrants
I'm intense disappear like Mike Pence
Come back harder than a truck of cement
Fent in the cocaine shit done changed
And I'm down range what are you a clown gang?
Can't take stock in the exchange
Wives all are estranged - goin deep in ya O ring
These hoes need chlorine
You bang how boring
I be ignoring that shit you pouring
This cast is not supporting
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
Tell your mom and them
Tell your mom and them
Slice Dice like a Rwandan shit like a St Bernard in your garden
Went to NASCAR got Narcan-ed beg your pardon
I like my women like my cars foreign
I went missing find me on a milk carton
Keep it 300 like a Spartan not a Roman
Ancient Greece is not Italian You look dumb man
That's the rub man Cant play backgammon without a game plan
You insane man hanging with hang man
You done f*cked up pissed off Rainman
Running with the pros not the layman's
Follow what I'm saying hide the money in the caymans
Are you picking up what I'm conveying
At the holiday inn holler if you gotta dollar but no obligation
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
Lay Down and
Die On the Floor
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Writer: Jason Brooks
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Performed By: Brooks Buford
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Jason Brooks
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