Lyrics:
I'll still lie
Yeah, please don't waste my time
Yeah, my boy he be smokin' dope, my bitch she do lines
Get them racks by yourself huh bitch, DIY
And my
Diamond-studded boots on, ain't no cap and gown
Ride me like a tractor, she like gettin' plowed
Pull up in her truck and she say she from the country
Mom from
mourn ya
Its a double edge against my progress
Towny boy holdin' his semi to kill your populous
These city cops always looking for a way to plot
Its too
I need a break from the loud and the mad
And the fast interstates and a big town
I'm just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy
Lookin' for
they still look the same
They put on their boots
pull their hats down low
Never lose their cool
Cowboys Don't Get Old.
When I Was a young boy
I
much he helps to clean the studs
Of the boots for all the players at the Moshi Football Club
He also washes socks and shorts and helps the players train
head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' with you
Buddy you're wrong i'm bulletproof
I've met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think
I left my home as a voodoo child
had to carry my load through the daunting wild
just a little boy with an old black bag
I walked that road I crossed
need a watch cause my phone know what happening
Still bought a chain cause I still need an accessory
I just want to run up a bag for me
Give my boys
These country roads don't feel the same
Out by the water tower
All the hell we raised, all the memories made
Until the late night hours
Time ain't
The last view is the stain on my boot,
Better call me the truth cause I’ll always come through,
I’ll stick to flipping the script and carving my own path,
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
when they rubbing your chest
Pincher i treat all beef tender
No shook ones around here son
You like Michael Jay Fox when
Them bad boys come
Not Will
Zaytoven
Yeah
Migos
Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars
16, 16
I don't know
You take the deuce of that yellow then drink it
I be like, "Damn, boy
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
you the truth
Note by note by line, one song at a time, one song at a time.
Doo doo doo doo, one song at a time.
Doo doo doo doo doo, one song
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
of a catch, you know
Take my boots, I don't need them
The most wanted cowboy
We're going to get you good
I think you know by now
I'm bringing the boys, yeah
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
was a lost boy
Just a lost boy
Before you came around
Sweet country baby you were singing at the airport
Raking in tips with the heel of your boot
I
What you gon' do? What you gon' do
What you gon' do? What you gon' do
Boy get 'em
What you gon' do when I'm kickin' in your door
With these boots little
to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole
Now our country boys
Though it's quite far away
Found itself jeopardized
Endangered, boys
By these very
get me next to that girl?
She tells me her tan is the same way all over
She asks me to dance and says, "Keep your boots on"
She never met a number
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
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