Lyrics:
On a no cab tractor hauling them bales
Backing in boats, fishing limb lines
Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut
She likes to watch him out the window
Goin' 'round in circles under the sun
Somethin' 'bout a man on a tractor
With his hat on backwards
Lookin'
Big racks in the bank
Bag it up
Big house by the lake
Add it up
Get it now I never wait
Bag it up
This is how you get paid
Bag it up
Bag it up
Bag it
Big coals, corn rows, barbed wires, bows and hides, dirt roads
Tractors, trucks and overalls
Copper heads, grig beds, pickup a rock and find
punch man, all right?
Get ready to go night night
Get in the ring or on the mat
Doesn't matter where I'll lay you flat
No challenge for this Tractor
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this fourth of July
Night ride home
Hula girls
Sipping that coffee strong. We're out in the fields turning up them wheels. You ought to see them tractors go.
We kiss our wife and our kids good night
the tractor rut
Which eventually pulled out the Ford
Well it was truck after truck, we all got stuck
?cept the big old four by hutterite truck
We
back
I just wanna hold you all night
And love you slow
Like time don't matter
Like Tupelo kudzu
Wrapping up a tractor
A Sunday drive
Let the days roll by
I was born legendary on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Refrigerator Perry
If I piss on your head then call it rain, do you
more, more or less
Who's tractor did I wreck last night?
Man I sort of forget
Last thing I remember
I was being sorta naughty
Flirting with Mr. Ronnie's
up in a green tractor John Deer
Your bitch ass Is someone that we do not fear
Oh no
What's this
A big hoe
Grab the stick
We let It blow
Saint Nick
Once in a while
In a big blue moon
There comes a night like this
Like some surrealist
Invented this fourth of July
Night ride home
Hula girls
A beat by Verse.Com
Verse dot see oh em, ehem
All day listening to pro by the bench
I ain't talking bout the hate, very smelly like the stench
From
of bud light, top of the world, it’s finna be a good night
Learn how to drive on an old ford tractor
What in the world is a dang protractor
I was riding
roots
I just wanna plant something and watch it grow
Girl, you make me wanna buy the farm
Eighty acres and a big red barn
A little tin roof house
getting started bitch
Don't act like you don't know who I am
I'm cool, I'm calm, all night long
Yeah I'm the man
I just want a big big bag
I just want a big
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
By the way that I go put that sauce on a nigga
Mane just by the way that I carry a bitch
Call me backpack kid when I floss on a nigga
Mane these
Haåland
How many times has a man seen Hypez ST on the mains and thought lemme spar him
That's a big fat lie I don't roll with the 44 or Big Mac 10 for
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
Well, I hear that old John Deere tractor
At the low water bridge
Pulling the young drinkers across
He's dragging so many on this Saturday night
I
and a trucker passes by,
Wave your hands and give a shout, for your food he will supply.
Big Rigs keep our country supplied with needed goods.
It’s
Oh I'm a southern boy, I love um
I love eating grass, and
And uhm, wheat, and um, tractors
Uh
I'm caught up in the sound of it
Surrounded by doubters
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