Uncle Earl

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Rico Guapo

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Country boy I like country girls, but still a f*ck a city girl
Hitting her from the back, got her sweatin' out them pretty curls
My dawg popped a perc and went to throwin' up, call Uncle Earl
I just threw one back too but I'm livin' in another world
I don't get mad when they bite the lingo I just use other words
They tryin' to track me down, but nah, I ain't got no monitor
I ain't have no daddy, wasn't no family, I had momma first
Shonna told me get them commas first, that would make them bitches flirt
Told them that they gotta feel my pain, make them bitches hurt
Fresh as f*ck, clean stick, but I'm full of dirt
Don't be fillin' his head up if you don't want his people to fill the church
Fell in love with that country shit, ha, she like say it again
Told her I'll be back, next time I'm here, bae just have a friend
Should've been more niggas built like me, I wish I had a twin
If a nigga played with any one of us, I bet he ain't play again
Eyes open, barely lookin' like I aint american
I mistake her for a horse, lil baby built just like a stallion
I'll tear up Megan thee stallion
Eat that, while it's clapping
You think you a beast off in them sheets
Imma show you who really nasty, yeaa
Country boy I like country girls, but still a f*ck a city girl
Hitting her from the back, got her sweatin' out them pretty curls
My dawg popped a perc and went to throwing up, call Uncle Earl
I just threw one back too, but I'm livin' in another world
I Don't get mad when they bite the lingo, I just use the words
They tryin' to track me down, but nah, I ain't got no monitor
I ain't have no daddy, wasn't family, I had momma first
Shonna told me get them commas first, thats what make them bitches flirt
Hit the block, I got some work, got it up up off the turf
Got it up up off the land,
Migos, contraband, contraband
You from the trench, you understand, only real gone comprehend
I'm back throwing it in the shoebox, savin' money, come in hand
Can't hear your sorry, come again, I'm too busy with these bands
Turnin' up at shows,whoa, I'm too busy with my fans
Yeah, you might not understand, he tarded just like some his kin
They done let me get the upper hand, I'm right-handed, but I still pop that stick
With my other hand,
Love shit really hurt a nigga,
Make me don't wanna love again
Free my dawgs out that cage, can't wait till we thug again
Bubbling off that bubba, ya
Young niggas keep hustlin' when you getting commas can't trust a friend
Country boy, I like country girls, but still a f*ck a city girl
Hitting her from the back, got her sweatin' out them pretty curls
My dawg popped a perc and went to throwing up, call Uncle Earl
I just threw one back too, but I'm livin' in another world
I Don't get mad when they bite the lingo, I just use other words
They tryna track me down but nah, I ain't got no monitor
I ain't have no daddy, wasn't no family, I had momma first
Shonna told me get them commas first that's what make them bitches flirt

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