Lyrics:
We living
In a third world country
Just follow the rivers
And mountains
I am surrounded by boundaries
I am far away
I am far away
Living in a third
Whole gang slime like a cold
Whole gang gang slime, them the bros
Whole gang slime, wipe a nigga nose
Whole range gone slide when its cold
Whole
designer my girl in balencis
You can't offend me when I'm in this Fendi
My chauffeur is foreign and so what he riding
They name is Bentley, wifey so cold
side
Music up real loud
Hank sangin' real proud
A country boy can survive
Don't care what others think
I'll drink a cold drank
And live my country life
the wait
And I’ll be worth my weight in gold
When I’m old
Bentley whipping dripping gold
I can feel it in my soul
Keep the the shit in my cup cold
When I’m
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
only carry rhymes you go soon carry arms
Its a cold world and you can't even afford a cardigan
But the Siberian husky has really taught you to chill
with scopes
Bean in thе Bentley, I'm jiggy, she dig me
Steam in the hemi, my fleece was by Ricky
Them boys can have not a piece of this city
My young
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
the bread, gotta get it by the loaf
Skip from a Bentley to a 350
I wake up in the mornin' and see how it hits me
At the end of the day I'm just a redneck
On the last day of June 1934
Just out of Cambridge in a narrow country lane
A bottle-green Bentley in the driving rain
Slips and skids round a corner,
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
love what this country boy can do
Go get the skoal spit with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need
countries back in cfrica
Countries ruled by dinosaurs it's Looking like Jurassic Park
Your transport system archaic but you're moving flashy cars
See that's
about her money, you can tell by how her hips walks.
She don't need no pity, yeah she always sip that top notch.
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, either ways she
a body, then country caught a body then
I popped a couple niggas, then country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit you got to love it
then Country caught a body then
I popped a couple niggas, then Country shot everybody
It's cold blooded, it's real shit you got to love it
Tre-Eight Snub
done got the best of me
I got the perfect recipe, can't treat you like you decent
And I been in and out the country
Seem like bitches come from one tree
tans
Down by the riverside
Getting through the day, hell, they just can't wait
To congregate 'round a cold beer sign
And tie one on to a jukebox song
by
They cannot understand
I been on the grind on a daily so I deserve Hella bags
Fuck a cab I need to maneuver in Bentley's and shit that I never had
I
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hop out the Bentley, I'm crashing the coupe
Hopping on feet, bitch, what
you know I'm too large
My fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
From my Bentley to a Lexus, girl bring the toys
send it to you son. But don't be hatin' bro. I can't help it all the girls love my country flow.
Country flow. Just watch'em go go. I got ya heads all
can't chill
Be killin instrumentals
Mental illness
Runnin through the country
(Running through the country)
Shit gettin bumpy
(Bumps with the nummies)
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