Lyrics:
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
yee-haw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
Down the road where the black top ends,
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
The night is clear, the liquor is warm
The cases, in the back of the Ford
The Carolina mountainside had come to life
His pockets would be full by
night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'm a keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
praise to the lord
Toting big colts Yosemite sam backwoods with a torch
Rebel with cause oh yes I am made a way by force
You ain't gotta choice
Kiefer zerschlage
Steigt sie ein und bläst im Auto wie 'ne Klimaanlage
Mit Kilos Ghettodeals, wenn ich auf der Street den Rambo spiel'
Gibt's drive by
(Colt Ford, turns this thing up, mate)
Hey pretty girl, tell me what you think
Let this country boy, pour you a drink
Crank this party up and let's
on the tailgate
Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
Country
Lisk ist zweiter, nicht dritter sondern dreister
Hamburgs neues Tempo, nichts für Popel
Wir fahren Ford und nicht Opel
Und zwar mit Rap-Mucke, weiß
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
with Colt Ford
Out here chillin' on the pontoon
Start with the sun, end with the moon
We got cold beer and brown liquor
That mason jar getcha damn
Kiefer zerschlage
Steigt sie ein und bläst im Auto wie 'ne Klimaanlage
Mit Kilos Ghettodeals, wenn ich auf der Street den Rambo spiel'
Gibt's drive by
Old Blue Ford
Music & Lyrics by Delma Carl Suggs
The paint is faded
On this old mottled skin,
With bubbles of rust
Pushing up from within.
as PePe Le Peew
This s*** is funny
(Yeah)
Dirty laundry how this world spinning
Politicians is grinning
Then they hang us to dry
Who the f*** is winning
By
the locked-in
Goons on the Voltron, turning the volts on
45 Colts on, military coats on
Hip-hop general, 38 snub by the genitals
That's spitting no casing,
Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is
in the vinyl that
Ithaca get 'em runnin'
They wishin' my ass would fumble so the
Game could get a turn around
But I run this shit just like the
Colts
to Hyundai czy Ford czy ma dubeltówkę czy płaski wydech
Niech to będzie i Colt byle nie strzelał z dupy Justin Bieber
Mam gdzieś jakiej słuchasz płyty byleby
Mais ne pleure pas pour moi comme Argentina!
Vous êtes outsiders morts comme
Hyundaï ou Ford
Ma route, je taille au nord: Paris by night
Maillot Porte
Tu
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