Lyrics:
a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea
with your heart
There're plenty more boys at the bar"
Stop draggin' your boots up onto my porch
Kickin' mud off your heels, knockin' on my door
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
Ya think by I might have learned After all this time
But I still get over-served Still cross that line
Once in a while Every now and then I need
saddle plum loose
Takes a lotta boot to fill them shoes
Well, you can tell by lookin' at me I'm as stubborn as a mule
And on my bee line right towards
And as long as I keep
Dancin’ in circles it’ll
Feel real good to be lonely lET’S GO!
Tap down those boots while I
Spin around the circle
Hands up, lets go!
the last call whiskey he shoots
It's a good kinda burn 'til its hurts and you learn
That boy's a heartbreak in boots
He left them by the bed
Sometimes
I have boys in every country code
Just a rollin' stoner on a roll
I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns
Always leave before the cowboy
you’ll grow up so very fast
Wearing those heavy boots
Heavier than the other kids’s shoes
The Days went by and he’s still not home
He tried to call but
The girl didn't know how that boy could dance
If the boot fits, you oughta wear it
Got a feelin' inside and I gotta share it
I want you so bad I can hardly
home-grown
Gets her diesel wound up and she'll be long gone
Got her old boots on, new straw hat
Any red-blooded country boy's gotta love that
Some guys
Sliced by steel plows and hemorrhaging mud
Yeah his boots were all covered by rivers of mud
Herd-boy (echo herd-boy) Herd-boy (echo herd-boy)
Your
A train on a track
The dot on a map
And there'll always be
Country girls and good ol' boys like me
In cowboy boots and jeans
Good boots are like
boots, muddy tires
Wrap your baby in your jacket by the fire
Yeah, the girls 'round here, they got it bad
For good old boys in a camouflage hat
If she likes a ball cap and faded out boots
And a boy who won't forget his roots
If she likes mud tires and she likes bonfires
Well I've got room for
gonna do
Put on our armor put on our boots
Put on our armor put on our boots
And stand up for our truths
I'm gonna take you along on this journey
This
stomp our boots
Yeah yeah
Alpha bred in our roots
Yea
Way below that Mason- Dixon line
Where the shotgun shoot
We some Wolves baby
Shout out to the pack
stomp our boots
Yeah yeah
Alpha bred in our roots
Yea
Way below that Mason- Dixon line
Where the shotgun shoot
We some Wolves baby
Shout out to the pack
the Suave House (Bad Boy)
Representing (no doubt, baby)
Put a little soul in here
And we don't stop
No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball
fits
Woah
Let me show you how a country boy treats a lady
Woah
Go ahead kick 'em off 'cause the boot fits baby
Woah
Diamonds in the sky
What it do baby
I'm just trying to see what's up with me and you lady
Bumpin and grindin, then knockin boots baby
I just wonder can we get a room
Ripped jeans hanging by the back door
James Dean, I know what you came for
Meet me underneath the chandelier
Hey you, lookin' like a wild one
You can judge a cowboys heart by his boots
All beaten up, broken in and used
You can't tell a man what he can or cannot do
Till you're in his boots
of a guy
L-double-E, B-O-Y
Lee Boy, Lee Boy, he's our guy
If you need Lee, he'll be standing by
L-double-E, B-O-Y
When the King of B-flat walks in
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