Lyrics:
to forget about Blake
So honestly I ran out of every other option
Take my inner child and put that boy up for adoption
If this dont work out then my plug is
this
Uh, the boy H-O behind this
You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall
And it's good to know that you're still
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? (Fuck you niggas)
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke
You know who you
this
Uh, the boy H-O behind this
You were there for me when I needed you when my back was to the wall
And it's good to know that you're still
' boys gettin' lovin' on the run
Just a few ol' boys gettin lovin' on the run
Now they all have families of their own
And we still sit by a fire and drink
Well, I go up there boys
I take a good look around
I'll sit with God as the clouds roll on by
Puts my feet back on the ground
This ol' mountain
Mmmm
This
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
in the heavy weights
I live by the street code you can never call me fake
To much money to fucking hate got a white boy name they call me Blake
Got
Sure ain't keepin' it real
You can say whatcha wanna say
But I ain't ashamed
I'm a G.O.B by the G.O.G
A good ol' boy's all I'm ever gonna be
By
she tell me
(Boy you got me)
I don't care for size four
I just want a size more
Big ol' J-Lo booty, what a wedding, good, she sized or
Bring it up
own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive,
more
Boys and things that come by the dozen
But that ain't nothin' but drug store lovin'
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle'
Cause
A train on a track
The dot on a map
And there'll always be
Country girls and good ol' boys like me
In cowboy boots and jeans
Good boots are like
To the good ol' Rio Grande,
You made a deal with the devil, boy
So I'll take you by the hand
I'll take you to the water
cnd you'll say a prayer with me,
Then
When Daddy barbequed on Sunday
And Livin' life was just so easy
Those were the good ol' days
I still like fresh sweats, dreads and Adidas
Boy, I
Ya know my daddy always told me
This road'll never lead ya nowhere
Them ol' guitars and good feeling women
Ya thank they'll get ya somewhere
Lord
makin' sirloin out o' hamburger an' turkey out o' tuna fish,
And big ol' strappin' boys out of leftovers.
I.O.U. for cleanin' services,
The daily
of the Jolly
Now the Jolly 'Ol Beggar since 1913
Has been serving libation by the family McQueen
And the seat where Dan's sitting; last held by Tom Blake
Was
It's just the good ol' boy in me
I got my friends I got the recipe
For one hell of a life
I got my girl, got my family
Got my booze and that's all I
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
She says, “Good luck to you my boy, and may God bless your soul.”
The “soup kid” said, “Look here brother, I don't mean to be so bold,
But can I buy
underneath the stars
'Til the sun shows up, just hold her close
That's about as good as a good ol' boy
Would ever want a night to go
It's a back forty
on peaches corner there are good ol' boys
And mother fletchers makin' lots of noise
They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin'
bump bump this in your hood ballers
Bump this in your hood
You know this music good good
No look skyhook boy got shook by Westbrook
Court side seat
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