Lyrics:
abundance
Rollin' with something that's sweeter than honey
You can try to take her from me, I already know she love me
Cause I'm a straight country boy from
my side
Grippin' on my TEC by my waist
In case they try me, let it fly
I'm rich as fuck
Copped a Bentley truck
Used to ride on that bus
Now I'm
pose as the winners (as the winners)
We living in a world so cold (so cold)
A world so cold
I can see the world change
And we living in a maze
My people
what's up?
Legends, what's up?
Just love me baby just love me baby
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins
Baby let me hit that liquor
on the dash - let it blast
All your cares away
Cold beer drinkin' - fireflies blinkin'
Country boy livin'... good life
Pullin' in, I can see by the firelight
Bib Overalls and Chicken Feed
Homegrown tomatoes and Fescue Seed
Shotgun Shells and Jars to can
Roofing nails and washtub pans
It's a Country Store
Mmmhmm
Money can't change me mama
Oh nooo
Jah is my guide my mama
Still
Me car park inside the Bentley parking lot down the rooooaaad
Me wah stop
sit
For what it's worth, no reason
Can be found
I'm heading back to the north country
With the cold wind in my eye
I'll be there by sunset
Before the first
the land into a frozen, inhospitable environment. To escape the cold many soldiers abandoned their usual sleeping place of a slit trench covered by a bivouac
as rappers as
The outside of a tootsie stick
I ain't takin' L's I'm just throwin' dicks
No Tony homo, you can catch my balls
That's if you insecure country
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Pretty nails, pretty feet, same color Lamborghini
She got diamond chandelier shining right up on her pinky
You can tell she a star by the color
on everything
When it get cold, you got to go the places that you never go
So you know, that I can't do this by myself no
When I'm feeling down, I let myself
Ever since I remember, yeah
I been cold as December, yeah
Shawty want to take a picture
She want the balls, I'ma throw em like a pitcher
Used to call
Well, I got a call from Rowdy 'round six o'clock
Sayin' he caught a hankerin' for a honky tonk
Wants an ice cold beer and a country song
But he
I’ll take one question i wanted
To vibe off an idea, and then I
Can riff off of that…they said I’ve
Got 20 minutes or so, i might go longer
OK,
zone yeah with my hoe going sideways don't you know don't look at me too long you'll catch a cold (vvs)
Up in lavelle over 44 line by through the door
cold blood countries who shoot scuds fighting for religious control
Sisters selling drugs and sex on the corner because her parents ain't want her pray
a vanity slave
Aw man videos got me wanting hoes
Appetite for flashing lights
All I can do is pose a black male on Melrose
I should get blackmailed
By my
Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not
all in this country, well then kids, stick to your word
And let us see the justice and equality for all
Callin' my phone it get done, can't even play,
of golds
Country niggas and hoes, down here is how we roll
When something's tight it's thoed, when we shine we hold
You got cash cars and clothes, you
I might just get so high
That I touch the sky
But I can't say why
Can't deny sometimes I try to
Float by, but that shit that I
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