Lyrics:
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
Catwalk, imma let the rap talk
Fendi and Balenciaga
I'm a dripped out bad boy
Leather boots and Gucci too
Like swish don't hit the backboard
When I
Ion got cable bitch
I’m reading book books
Shawty gone read me pages off the nook
Don’t got problems with niggas
I left that boy shook
Anytime that
caught in the desert, son,
Without your snake boots on.
Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgment
So, we were headed for the parkin' lot
When
boots on
Workin' like hell 'til the dinner bell brings him back home
Blue collar in his blood, backwoods in his bones
No doubt about it that boy's country
(Karegi, hahaha)
Tryna boot up some, so I boot up some
I lost every one of my feelings
So I take these drugs and
Go high past the ceiling yeah
Devil
from my Baby Boots
Saw her as a boy
Knew I’d make her mine
When I had others
Thought about her all the time
Everywhere I looked
I never found no better
yelling hop in the back
Cause it's a trail
Ride Out
Put your boots on
It's a new song by Big Daddy Ton
Ride Out
Bring them coolers out
This is what it's
on them boots
See how it feels gettin' down to my roots
Watch the sun dip down by that old oak tree
Take a moonlight stroll with me by the creek
You may not
that slow us down
If it's too quiet, we make our own noise
Now you can bet your boots by the end of the week
My pretty little girl is ready for me
don't give a fuck how you felt
I gotta get it
Go on the hunt
Time to go eat
Know I sit by myself
Gotta boot up
Know it's straight off the shelf Under
by a pair of boots
I want to get teased by Westcoast boots
Give me a cow, give me a boy, give me a cowboy
I'm looking, I'm searching for someone
to the front and boys stay where you are
J-U-P-I-T-E-R
We don't need your help, we're the best by far
You might say it's wrong, but I don't wanna be right
Wanna
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
the boot
I'm on this check but you already knew
What, what, already knew
Fuckin' with us man you givin' the blues
Now he gon' run with his check
Put that boy
lives for me
Leather jackets and boots and getting by by the beach
She tells me she loves me all the time
Now kick back and just enjoy the ride
Ooh Teddy
a breadwinner so I'ma eat
I'm a breadwinner so I'ma eat
If you don't eat then you die in the streets
We just try to get richer and stay on our feet
Got to eat by
Wanna put down roots
Went from a hundred miles an hour, girl
To stop me in my boots
By the way you got me trippin'
I'd say I got it bad
Sideways
gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind
Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind
Down south gone slide
Murder murder
On my mind
Pussy Boy shut up
your home boys
Go and call your boys
Sweet girl turning to boot licker for free liquor
Oh girl thinking the lipstick make her lips thicker
Old friend
through the front door
Even better when they're by the bed
You belong in boots
Got em on before the sun can rise
Rolling straight into a beer drinking
the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
"Tell me the truth
Why they call you the Gator Boys?" I said
"Take a look at my boots"
Here come the Gator Boys
From the wrong side of the tracks
Top
boy nuh know storm so dem reliable fi fret
Watch yah Kuh yah
Yo Troyton
Dem Dead
MI nuh know who trouble dem
Who a boots supligen
A come a shake
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