Lyrics:
Ha ha ha ha, there's a new sheriff in town, by the name of Raw, Cowboy Raw, and he's here
to make you move your boots, from side to side, let's go
I
boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting
boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You're getting
like gum boots
No no no don’t try gamble
Cheese boys leave here with no more chunkoore
B O B or you can’t phuze voetsek kopa ska mpotsa
I’ve got one
health gimme scar for some wealth
High weapon rarity when we win the war
It’ll be easy boy cause you are a bore
Gimme the loot or I give you the boot
Gimme
I'm Feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh
I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh
Dirty boots, dirty truck, where
cow boy boots and my bandana
Plug brought the load in on a camel
I’m just a country boy from the bama
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch
I'm feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh
I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh
Dirty boots, dirty truck, where I
Boot up, boot up
Adeuxla, that boy a codeine consumer
Too much, too much
Lean, I need caffeine or Kahlua
Uber, Uber
Yo' bae to me for brain, she
Its Your boy Young Thad
Battle boots
I'm on the battlefield
Make your boots black
Your mind lightning quick
Heart of a lion
A trigger figure that
crazy about a bow legged boy
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
God damn, another fuckin' payback with a twist
red in my roots
Girls like me like boys in boots
Girls like me like boys in boots
I like the way they sound when he's walking up the steps of my
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3,
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
that rude boy, bad boy, comin from the ville
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-R-A-N-G
Some of ya
through, representin' Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll tight
I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin' from the ville
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get
Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)
She cooks like her momma do, hammered drink Beam (Beam!)
She likes to leave her boots on, I
Welcome to the boot, welcome to the boot
Throw that money out the roof, we gone act a fool
Welcome to the boot, welcome to the boot
Throw that money
If I break the law and get caught
I could get smashed in the face by the big boys
'Cause they're frightened by the real world
Frightened by the real
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati
Lace up your boots
I'm here to diminish you
Back to your roots
Your all boys fraternity
Your three piece suits
Our time is now
We're taking your loot
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