Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Them big ole arms that used to hold her tight
Could break about any man down
When a good ol' boy's been hurt real bad
He just don't give
out and spend a ton of it
Just for the fun of it
The room's vibratin, cause I can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back
Blastin that good ol hip-hop
own whiskey and our own smoke too.
Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do.
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine,
And a country boy can
muh'fuckin nightmare
Boy you wouldn't last a night here (Never)
Holy war is on sight here (Forever)
Still purge when the night clear
No privilege being white
on collas Wayne what up Shae girl whats good
And every hood in yo city got a crack head name dolla
Louisville be pumping Market street be jumping
But don't
back...
I always heard your name
They was hypin
I didn't think you was that bad
I had decided
Until I seen that ass
Walk by
I couldn't hide it
The look
and my brudda Shocktown keep waving
Soldier got bagged, boxes looking like Blake Brown
I don't give a fuck what a hater gotta say now
Nigga I was
The hate is what I miss
Swear I need the biggest crib
Where all the boys'd fit
All the pounds I'm finna flip I break em down to zips
And naw you cannot ride
over Amadie's vocal cords
Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? (Fuck you niggas)
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke
You know who you
stay true
That shit will hurt you like a K do
Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude
I'm bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
more
Tall one sits next to John who's always drinking Coors
Aw shit man, there goes Ray walking by
Good Estella she can see him out the corner of her eye
to the three
I like good pussy and I like good tree
Smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one, from
[Chorus]
Them big ole arms that used to hold her tight
Could break about any man down
When a good ol' boy's been hurt real bad
He just don't give
locked up doing good but i seen better days
My dawg gon celebrate when i elevate
That boy he so fake he like anime
Let me see a op today that boy he get
any switches, if they fitted when you blow
So upset with all these posts
Same ol' pictures different poses
Everytime lil' shawty stripping, only time
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
Well I woke up this mornin'
Looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow
Please drive her
be leading you
And he was
(chours)
Leroy The Redneck Reindeer
Hooked to the front of the sleigh
Delivering toys to all the good ol' boys
And girls
leave you and never return poor Boy
I want to thank you yeah
It's good to see you
the feeling isn't mutual
Outlets, definitely tryna search for a good one
Don't really feel played, nah, not really
A boy who day dreams all day, kinda silly
they wetter than the sink
Might go scoop my ol boy and cash out at Break the Bank
Make sure all my people good go write a check and leave it blank
All I
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