Lyrics:
currency in the air if you trust me
Drop top cedes yeah we cruising through the country
Know that you love me by the way that you touch me
Toss you scarf
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him
all I'm saying
Wondering what's your flavor
We'll Country club out Decatur
Elated I made it
Thanking God he answered my prayers
Could be doing better
show up country dripped down Catching all the looks
We outside no need to go club in
Truck parked but the engine still running
Hop out in the middle
Private country clubs with a
Bunch of shotguns)
(Hey Sage, you wanna play a couple rounds?)
(yeah, man)
(Let's go to the range, yeah)
(Let's go
Call me t-eyes
My country situation
Yeah
I pledge to Nigeria my country
Even tho they don't know me time of hungry
Phone off no light to charge
pulled up to the club like a stunner, boy
(Okay, yeah)
Ten, by ten, by ten, only three of us
And we passing women, like we passing drinks, can't compete
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
(talking)
>Man, I've been thinking
What you've been thinking about man?
>Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million
Millions I told you
on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em
Alright, alright.
Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen right here,
Right here I want to tell you a little story.
This is about a country boy
right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
a bag, left the country in a flash
Yea ya boi in CTG, and we repping TG3
Spitting frees in the street
Empanadas on fleek
Getting numbers on the beach
Bad
The winter days they last forever
And the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks
The winter days they last forever
And the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks
either crunk in the club)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang, uhh
(Call us country or Southerners mayn)
(We
Welcome to this country fried bonafide
And my flow is sweet as a potato pie
Never been a sour apple, I'm a now-or-later guy
I'mma tell her
RACE TO THE BOTTOM
I don't care what your race is and I don't give a kaka what your faith is. Male, Wahine weird or queer, this is all our country
In Californication
Yeah, bitch I'm from the country but
That don’t make a nigga soft
Big city niggas come South and
Get their wigs knocked off
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
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