Lyrics:
It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon.
We were on maneuvers in-a Louisiana,
One night by the light of the moon.
snuggle on the porch by the pale moon light
A little bit of me and you doin' alright
A little bit of life
A little bit of tractor
A little bit of farm
My sweet mother gets up so early in the morning
She turns on the stove and she makes a pot of coffee
My daddy fills his tractor up with diesel
Sippin codeine, got a cough
Throwing my balls I'm Jared Goff
Drink designer we drink ciroc
Swag so fresh it goes outta stock
Talkin hot big man
I'm about that action but do not Call me an actor
Then I split your check in half like It was a factor
Shawty said she love my big white Tractor Open up
a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's
on the real Ima tell em' how I feel
Rapping too nasty Nam fitna' pass me
Run it like an athlete This right here a track meet
No wait I'm on a tractor beam
like 'Woo, damn!'
Keep takin' your time lookin' fine like only a country girl can
Oh, yeah
She get a little wild on a Saturday night
And those
Staying up late nights
Thinking about all the fights
Need you right by my side, Need you right by my side
All of you try to go
Never really let you
whining
(Plowboy)
spend all my time on a big combine
(plowboy)
Praying at night it'll rain some day
(Plowboy)
You can smell my pigs from a mile away
was raised on the banks of that Neuse River Basin
Been doin' my best to get the dreams I'm chasin'
But that big city life just ain't for me
That old
mirror
While them big wheels roll on
I've dug graves in an old graveyard
Been hired as a bodyguard
But I'm here to tell you
Ain't nothing like a country
tractor
Gonna take the bodies inside
Betty Lou will bring the sawdust
And I've got the formaldehyde
I'm callin' up my neighbours
Tell 'em all to drop by
by Saturday night
Walked hungry
My seal is stitched out monopoly money
I'm a turntable with new needles
Life's a barrel of junkies
Screaming "shove
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show
with a baseball bat,
Swole it all up now it's proper and fat,
Fed 'em attitudes, Big Macs, and milk,
Leave 'em all alone and it's on in the jilt,
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit the big dip
Big dip big
trip
We fly 1st class an when we land we gon sip sip
Apply pressure fuck the guilt trip
And by the end of the night I hit her wit the big dip
Big dip
Sanctuary by the line
Big city watching crime all night
Follow me to see the day
Come with me, please just stay
Take a shot
Hold on tight
Take
the Louis V backpack (backpack)
They know I hang where the dawgs at (yeah)
We know you hang where the rats at (rats at)
I'm a big dawg, lil' nigga, I turn
rely by the code
Hopping in the whip screaming yo
Just hit a red light, aw no no
Speeding through yellow, I ain't slow
Only see green, yea I'm on go
layin dead on the granite
[C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon
[Both] or why'all be checkin for
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
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