Lyrics:
We cut 'em all Jack, if it flies it dies
We cut 'em all Jack, country's how we live our lives
They call me Colt Ford
A redneck boy from down in
sings "Swing Low"
At the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
We represent our folk but
Oh shit, it's going hard out here.
Hey, I put it on the menu.
Where the fuck you go, dawg?
Where we at? We on
Orodale?
Oh yeah, we on Beardsley,
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
sings "Swing Low"
At the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
We represent our folk but
Yeah yeah yeah
Esskeetit
I ride with a stick, of course (I do)
I'm eating the pussy, a course (Yessir)
I'm a plug with extensions and cords
Balling
Fords
Big ole f250s
Mud grip tires on the wheel
cnd decals cause I like fishing
Talk about fall in love
Raise it up six inches
Chrome kit on a 4 by 4
make up a story wanna you die
有些人迫切希望你变糟糕
i get purple color colt. 45
我有粉色.45口径的柯尔特
You can't see me when i passing by
我经过你时你看可不到我
im flying
我在飞行
runway
The video was made by Ezell Ford's cousin
KCAL 9 Elsa Ramon is live tonight in Mission Hills
where she's been talking to the Los Angeles Police Protective
ridin' with me when the car on E
Told 'em I'd keep it goin', yeah
Told 'em I could keep it flowin', yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or
I could switch it
You, yeah, yeah
You, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(It's that Trappin' N London for sure)
Yeah, how you do me wrong? You know you need me
The only hurtin' one is you, yeah
Don't you know that we both saw taillights
Drivin' off our separate ways
You in that Ford, me in my Chevrolet
Don't
Six cranes rip my face
Fly through my mind yeah I've been insane
Six silver birds been the worst
But now I stand by my word
Six cranes rip my face
you high scream out hell yeah,
always have a good time always bust a good rhyme,
always drink colt 45 always smoke a fat dime,
get the party drunk
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
with Colt Ford
Out here chillin' on the pontoon
Start with the sun, end with the moon
We got cold beer and brown liquor
That mason jar getcha damn
Ch'yeah aye, Young Juice
32 Entertainment, okay okay, aye, aye
Cop a chicken, dog, for the 18 same number
Peyton Manning for the Colts team
Then I
PURPLE, bro
Wow, ahn, wow
Deixo esse flow entocado no colt
Yeah, ahn (yeah, ahn, wow, wow, wow)
Eu to gelado, me chame de cold
Pego essa bitch, ela quer ser
Drinkin' that pineapple juice, yeah
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah
My nickname Young Spend It
I get the money, get that by the plenty (whoa)
Used
dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut
This felon conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union
I'm gonna get my 32-20, my baby she ridin' around in a
V8 Ford
Lord, I'm gonna get my 32-20, my little girl ridin'
Around in a V8 Ford
Well, you
turned her cheek, I could feel my heart break
But I remember the summer we turned 21
We were shootin' 22s and a havin' fun
Out on the porch drinkin' Colt
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