Lyrics:
We've just left the EU
We have and it's amazing
It's what we've been waiting for for four years
It means we get our own country back we get our
of Cats sat down in the road
Pedro said "Boys, we're three of a kind"
He said "I've sat with river rats
And I've hung my hat with diplomats
I had 4
I call them niggas Gary Neville
I been road running four days
Straight I need a medal
My nigga loves jugging why you think he by them pebbles
Got
come from the gutta
The beat hitting guyko that's brudda
Keep tripping k might blow by next summer
L R G lifted rolling big gunja
Reminiscing
Backwood full of that four-leaf clover (Yeah)
Shorty said my nut taste like Trix yogurt
Yeah, lemme just get it how I live it
One big room full of mad
a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she'll blow you away like a dandelion
Before they cross me, they'll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's
by four, door three quarter ton Z71
It ain't John Deere green it ain't I-H red
But it'll walk the dog on pulling sled
A hundred thousand miles
happens, when you go country
Ya, cash buys a lot, but it can’t buy somethings
You just gotta go take a trip down a red dirt road
Where trees are tall,
crush it
Throwing big 4s nigga all up in public
(Big 4s big 4s) Yea hmm yea
Throwing big 4s nigga all up in public yea
We had to do this shit we had
(Better half)
We don't do nothing small, must be kidding
Big ballin', big body, big business
(Better half)
Six cars, five houses, four children
Big
tell you folks, we got a real problem with guns
In this country, we have people snapping
Almost twice, three, four, five times a year, right?
People
your going down the road to see a little girlie-o
Instrumental
Bimbo got two big blue eyes, that light up like a star
and the way to light them is
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
hate bein' low
and I like to drive my truck down a muddy dirt road
and I'm workin' real hard, tryin' to get paid
'cause I'm a crazed country rebel
Now you see the world of glamour
Now you see the natural world
Walk with me down by the river
Standing by the big old tree
Can you meet me
have no time for jail; fuck Clampett cops; fuck Eldrin Bell
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinking that my city is the big lick for
have no time for jail; fuck Clampett cops; fuck Eldrin Bell
And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country
Thinking that my city is the big lick for
the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill
If I get presido wey love me
Shey na so everything go ugly
No be say I dey try insult him
But trust me, things are rough in the country
If I get
on four strings
It's really not hard
To be a bard
On four strings
What's hard
Is being heard as a bard
Who has something nice to sing
But just can't sing
that Eastside B
Forest Gate is the ends and it’s inside me
Street by street
Let the bars invigorate your flow
When I spit it from the road
They’re
Came back bought land put pounds in my village
Big fact yeah there's truth in the lyric
Hometown hero and it's me on the billing
Pounds euros yen
with a bud light
With you by my side
And I've been drivin' back roads tryna' get home
Playing country songs on my radio
Driving fast so I can go slow
of the side
Road was another fifteen-foot cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff was
Another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile was better
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