Lyrics:
We live by that cash talk
I'm riding in Nascar baby
I'm tearing up that asphalt
They know not to play with us, baby
We strapped like the Blackhawks
George Floyd
Fuck that one cop
There’s three more boys
And every one forgot
They killing everyday
We need to find a better way
Let’s change the way
Cuz
instrumental solo in the song
Two little..
Growing up, I was surrounded by the sounds
Of all the mothers mourning their loss to heaven from this land
Like Hank,
Well they don't start callin it country till your south of Kankakee.
That big city music means nothing to me
I like songs about stars and bars
to you, you're singin' to me
You were out of the blue to a boy like me
You were pretty as can be sittin' in the front seat
Lookin' at me, tellin' me
feel like hell on Earth right now
Cops killing people and the people fight back, we on red alert right now
Look at the world right now
RIP to George
She was the centerfold picture in a country boy's dream
Prettiest thing I ever had seen
Tupelo honey in a pair of blue jeans
The upper Mississippi
something and being peaceful it ain’t working so lets burn the city away
This country is sick of the hate in da way
But it seems like right now that the hate
Diss Kartel and Pantan
Push yuh head up inna yuh mudda pussy like tampon
Yeah, big up Buju Banton
When boy a kick like Jackie Chan over Hong Kong
Brian ... the babe they called Brian
Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be
A boy called Brian
A boy called Brian
He had arms and legs and hands
Intro:
Ya I like the way that sounds, let it ride boys
Yo Austin why don't you tell em why us Montana boys are the way we are
Chorus:
Cause I was
Someone tell the story
Someone sing the song
Every now and then
The country
Goes a little wrong
Every now and then
A madman's
Bound to come
I'm traveling round the country just praying that I feel something
Surrounded by all the homies them my bros but they don't know me
I'm in a room
little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot
I got like
little ice cube blocks
If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on the rocks
If I could call out a price, let's say I call out a lot
I got like
the word, I flip verbs like birds
Get flipped by dope boys that park rims on the curb
Got my CD in they deck, bop they heads, break they neck
Whispering
a trap star
I'm a G boy, I asked my homey can I hit that
D-boy, sell a hundred bricks like a big sack
Trap star, one thousand pounds of the stank
on the pitch I'm George Best
Couldn't care what they think or say Mayday's up next
Taken like Liam Neeson if you don't hold your breath
Down here giants cause
the plate
And if they play them games
She just gone straight away
From day to day, she's being chased
By the illest boys
She don't need no Curious George
She
don't spend it
New Six it's a brand new menace
In a tight end no George Kittle
Nigga play with me I zip you
One by one I'll pick you
That's head by head
your country needs some killing done
Go do it now boy"
The war itself is bad enough,
It can break you down no matter how tough
But the tragedy of all
niggas
Boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
At 17, I caught me a felony
Influenced by the movie Belly
I got on all black just like
I just want Jose Luis money
Big Vic Money
That Titon money all surrounded by the honey's
Want Domencio Money
Black Jus Money
Boy George money you
Wear my name on the back of my belt
Can't believe there's a god to save me from hell
And dirt roads were made for country boys like me
Don't
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