We just some country boys, country walk, country bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off We just some country boys, walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off
This nigga no games my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain Doo-rag, blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too fast My niggaz don't roll no billies, get a big box of brown Dutches We don't want no brand new Brandon lemme get them keys to the Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the Stay that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound You know me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig it up folks just livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!
What's up? Grown standin, only rap to grown women Stay high, we'll play shy, least I can get home wit 'em Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I can't I can't, come on
We some country boys, country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off We just some boys, country walk, country talk Don't it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
Nigga it up, like the waitress from the IHop Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg that for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side Them polly boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color All clean inches at the seam plenty chickens Get the green spit the at the Beam shit done seem Craziest muh'fucker, what niggaz do for cream Never knock the hustle scheme, what the cheddar bring
Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, Can't hate, what a nigga make, of enemies in my face but they really ain't no friend to me Can't wait, send em eight nine milli-mee Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't me! Colt 45 everytime Billy D Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave Tennessee Quarter pound with the fuckin wit my memory
We just some country boys, country walk, talk Don't it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off We just some country boys, country walk, country bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's wit that? String beans chops, what's fuckin' wit that? Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit What's fuckin' with that? What's wit that? Every Chevy on dubs, fuckin' wit that? Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's fuckin' wit Nappy Roots, hey dawg, fuckin' wit that? What's wit that? What's fuckin' wit that?
Go to the country, you won't wanna go back Vertical grills in of the 'Lac roll so fast put one in my back Plus a country boys wit gats You don't none a that Keep my nine right beside me, at all 'Coz I be in the line, like some of these niggaz you Don't want you to shine, yea
From the and nine to nine Roll around somethin' tryna sell mine Lord know but I got a early time Got me to', now my Eggo's cold See I'm a country boy, close the Clinton and Gore, y'all been Guns and more, hit the floor Them yeggaz want ya 'coz comin' in with them laws
Fuck yo life, my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride For my yeggaz bring it to you dead or alive Yeah that's fo sho' ya know that You a nasty hoe, ya betta that Got a quiet spot we can go at And if you ain't wit that, we can show you the doe at
We just some country boys, country walk, talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off We just some country boys, country walk, talk Don't bring it here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
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