country boyz

we just some country boys - country walk

country talk

don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

we just some country boys - country walk

country talk

don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

uhhh. this nigga no games

with my hanes tee shirt

with a pic and roll chain

doo-rag

heavy blue 'lac - 85 south

don't drive it too fast

my niggaz don't roll no billies

get a big box of them brown dutches

we don't want no brand new cartel

brandon lemme get them keys to the cutlass

represent for the m-i-l

the a-t-l

the macktown

stay smokin that smackdown

keep myself a little half pound

you know b. stille in the cut

on the back po'ch jig drillin it up

black folks just livin it up

court next week not givin a fuck!

what's up? grown standin - only rap to them grown women

stay high

we'll play shy

least till i can get home wittem

shorty whattchu thinkin? whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't

i cain't be trickin

so don't be trippin

thinkin i can't when i cain't

come on. nigga hooked it up

like the waitress from the ihop

nothin but the grits

steak

and egg with that

waitin for the five dollar pancake

front-back side to side

them polly country boy

cadillac

cat sick in the multi-color

all clean at the seam

get the green at the beam

craziest muh'fucker

what y'all niggaz do for cream

never knock the hustle scheme

only what the cheddar bring

hate

fake-niggaz

hoes

envy

greed

jealousy

cain't hate

what a nigga make

type of enemies

smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me

cain't wait

send em eight straight nine milli-mee

aww hell naw

y'all niggaz ain't feelin me!

colt 45 e'rytime like billy d

ninety-five dead leave through tennessee

quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

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peanut butter - what's fuckin wit that?!

pork chops - what's fuckin wit that?!

dime sack - what's fuckin wit that?!

what's fuckin with that?! what's fuckin wit that?!

every chevy - what's fuckin wit that?!

strip clubs - what's fuckin wit that?!

nappy roots - what's fuckin wit that?!

what's fuckin wit that?! what's fuckin wit that?!

go down to the country

you won't wanna go back

vertical grills in front of the 'lac

guns roll so fast put one in my back

plus a buncha country boys wit gats

you don't want none-a that

keep - my nine - right beside me

at all times

cuz i be in the line

like somma these niggaz you find

don't want you to shine

right yea. from the side and nine-to-nine

roll around here somethin tryna sell mine

lord know but i got a dime early time

got me feelin to'

now my eggo's cold

see i'm a country boy close the door

clinton and gore y'all been warned

guns and more - better hit the floor

them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws

fuck - yo life; buck - my chife

and i got my ride

fool

i'm ready to ride

for my yeggaz i'ma bring it to you dead or alive

yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that

you a nasty hoe

ya betta show that

got a quiet lil' spot we can go at

and if you ain't wit that

we can show you where the do' at