Lyrics:
by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting way Over yonder let's get drunk, I'll try My luck
Yeah, we turning up this town in some jacked up
beer
Kick it 'till the morning light
If I have to raise hell all by myself
I will but y'all, that ain't right
Yeah, It's time to get it on
Am I
of TV I was ready to scream.
So I called up this beer drinkin' buddy of mine
And said, "Bill, I ain't havin' a real good time."
He said, "Why don't
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
And we all looked around and Chris motioned with his hand
"Come on!"
I said, "Santa why you look so sad? It's Xmas time what could be so bad?"
Then Kevin
like oh yeah
We trap and get racks and we might disappear
Last night at the party we getting real rowdy got lean in my cup I do not drink no beer
She
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
kick it in another gear
Reeling in every single guy in here
Ain't gonna wait my turn
I'm gonna make the first move, first
Hold my beer and watch
I got my Girl by my Side
cnd I'm headed down the road.
There's a Buck Owens Song,
On the cM Radio.
Well my Pickup Truck,
Is loaded up,
With my Dog,
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
(nah) (either one)
Just a colorblind kid caught somewhere in the middle
I don't discriminate, hell
I'm a little bit redneck, mother (yeah, yeah
my dick, I'ma cum
Postin' our pictures for fun, yeah
Tell her don't stop, I ain't done
She think that I am the one
Tell her I'm hot like the sun
Bend
So, where else could I deploy my cool action plan
Hey boss I need a raise or take this job and shove it
He said,""let's talk over beers"" I said,""yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V.
Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea
If I were
by my Carhartt hat
I'm a raise a little hell, she's Heaven on Earth
The grace to my grit and the rain to my dirt
I'm a little down-home, cold beer
INTRO:
Yeah...
Rest in Peace Roe Mack...
This one for you unc...
Uh...
VERSE:
2 Vodka shots, and a cup of Henny
Bout to rape this game
No pun
and beers
Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise
Real muthafuckin' killas never gon' die
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
tracking and torturing people
That motherfucker crazy like Kevin Spacey
This song is gonna get me killed
You got a hell of an ex
You got a hell of an ex
Back at it again
Eazy Hustle, Dead Gang collaboration
Kevin Gates, Dat Boy A
Hits are made by Hitmaka, yeah
Through all the times in my life
and beers
Pigs scatter on the street when the dead man arise
Real muthafuckin' killas never gon' die
In the casket
HELL YEAH!
In the casket
In the casket
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
JUMP!
You and me, him and her were all
DRUNK DRUNK DRUNK!
If y'all heard this now it means that y'all like to party
Don't gotta tell me twice hell I know
what yuh mek annual
And the keys so pure like the stamp is a hologram
New York thugs put yuh gun in the air
And mAh ice like like I have the sun in mAh
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