Lyrics:
wanna follow my ways
They wanna copy and paste
I got my boot on they face
I got my boot on they neck
Country Boy coming up next
I feel at home in the West
the lucky boy
with the jammy boots
The jammy boots
My jammy boots
I don't need suit
On the radio
It's me again
On the radio
It's me again
I get home from a long day, put on the radio
Lookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, no
It's a dirt road free for all, some old boys
up my rules
Don’t hold my tongue
‘Cause I say what I choose
How you gon’ chase
As I’m blazing by you
When I wake up
And lace up my boots
This is
of the truck
You don't know what you're missing
Your'e missing crickets singing
Parked down by a river bank
Fishin' in the dark
Nitty Gritty's gonna get you
It's Cino
Saddle up
Wild boy
Lasso round tha cattle like a cowboy
Fresher than a mint talkin' altoids
357 that'll destroy ya
Boots on
Strapped in
Hat
Hypocrisy's the new drug
Insanity's divine
The last northern boot boy
Is killing the alien
He's killing the alien
So strap on some fun time
I'm bored with my
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
Wake up boy there is nobody by your side on the road
Your feelings are numb believe me boy I've been there before
Be positive, let negative thoughts
boy with one kid
I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six
With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off
You get in my bed, you better
you know that we be grilling it
Shoot it up, boot it up, shoulda' known we always Drillin' It
Keeping it down with the cease, I don't like virgin
high when I walk by all of them dem ah feel that breeze
But when I step in my new school
Vanilla Bottega boot (Vanilla Bottega boot)
Make nobody con
those goods, got those goods
He's a bad boy I can tell by his cowboy
And his cowboy hat too
He's a bad boy ooh
I can tell by his swagger too
He's got
influence by some one i know
You aint really yoself, you feelin yoself.
I know. im Flexin like macho
N beef over the cheese like nacho
Ballin out like rondo
Summer death, slow step
Walk behind the mother of the thirteen year old brown-eyed boy
Attitudes, attitudes
Sloganized by middle boots
The men
I got my first guitar when I was just a boy
I was playing the blues instead of playing with toys
Listening to the Opry and dreaming of the neon
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
what you gon' do, do?
Say nigga we marching, stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
Running with the AK 47
on
What you gon' do what you gon' do do
Say nigga we marching stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
carbine from Haiti
Long AR-15s, N 76 K (bow)
I can tell that that's the gun boys by the headlights
Quick quick, buss a quick left right
If they're still
gangster shit in HD
Rockin' this Glock like this
The new designer fashion them them boys
They hit the pawn shop and
Had all kind of ratchets
Play with mine,
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
non-existent bitches missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
missin'
I gave it Robert Rudolf
Or Puss in boots with his boots off
I had a new boss
Check the southern slang boy gotta troop drawn
>From East point to New
_(cropped).jpg/229px-Little_Boots_01_26_2018_-3_(25273793597)_(cropped).jpg "Little Boots")
Discuss these boots boys by keha Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In