Lyrics:
of an instant cold
Keep 'em quiet and acting bold
Golden love, never had a love of gold
What a lovely thing to know
By now, the boys are true
They're
pero Americano my boots
This ain't Dora the Explorer but I'm by your side like Boots (I'm by your side)
What we gon' do with this day that was made (Huh)
baked Anita running thru
Stomping on these beats like kanye boots
Make it to the top like yo bitch up in the room
They want me stop cus I spit the truth
Wocky by the four, boy, I been sippin' till I'm slow
Tell the crackers, free lil' Wop and freedom Kzz, a free lil' Vo
I can't say too much inside this
made
It's champagne and beer down by the lake
He wears his John Deer cap and she wears her pearls
That country boy and city girl
Dirty work boots meets
okay to cry like one
Cuz it's a rich girls wild west
And a poor boy pays the check
By the whiskers on my chin I been country
And now I'm going back again
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah
rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you more and more,
those brown boots on, I feel like I could fly
Am I just a Redneck trapped in the body of a English boy?
Have I finally found something that makes me feel
so
Don't be fooled by his guitar and
Who really wants to fall in love in bar?
I've learned a thing or two
Walking in those boots
It's always the same
shades, seen it all, work like a real estate
Nigga, let's go, boy, keep glassin
Nigga, let's go, big, big money, shit, you're outta the boot
Know my best
no hoochie (No hoochie)
Especially not by no goofy (No goofy)
Rеal red got me loopy (Loopy)
Outline 'em out like Rudy (Rudy)
Lil' boy, don't be stupid
In the blink of an eye
It's outta sight
I know I know to go so slow
But it's flying by
Then it's braces and boots
And bad attitudes
Boys
and fire
Boy, you're so out of your league
(She wears) Man skin boots
And she's not gonna please ya
No she's not gonna tease ya
She's the queen bee baby
I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up
'Cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day
Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee
Kissed my baby, got on my
worries in a cloud of dust
Right there by the old fence post
Yeah, we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
But you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm
bloody boots
Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin in
Back to tha shore
Then turn around and make a hard
Right back to your boy
You short you take a hard
Right smack to tha jaw
Weezy still grippin smack in
to keep things straight
I'm late for everything, money is joy
I run the rap game like a ol' D boy
I can rock gator boots an' wear K Swiss
Put the diamonds
I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power
Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower
A little more to the left, boys, a little more
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