Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Yup, yup, wooo
Time by lady rolex
Body by Bowflex
Hair by Hollywood salon
Bag by Louis Vuitton
High heels, Manolo Blahniks
Tanqueray gin
you too funny
Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies
Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming
Cross the country (woo,
(by Bob Marley)
Rainbow country, rainbow country
Rainbow country, rainbow country
Rainbow country, rainbow country
Hey lovely people you sure look
Pull up outside, shawty hop up in the ride
Got her sittin' in the sky
That's just how a country boy do
Got some Buds on ice and the bud rolled
is led
By all these dirt trails, cottonmouths, and copperheads
I know I will not deny I know all this country pride
I traveled miles and miles, and I
proud he is building the wall
President Trump has been appointed by God
He is the one called to carry the Rod
Maga Country this is Maga Country
Maga
I'm Feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh
I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh
Dirty boots, dirty truck, where
live by the golden rule now don't it just hit the spot
Give me that country side of life
Where I can stretch out right
Give me the country side
(Give
and a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin' everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin' by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
things gone
Yeah i remember being in my favourite place
Sitting by the lake at the strike of eight
In my lifted truck with the georgia plates and
You can
I'm feeling good about tonight, I'm country boy fresh
I'm what them country girls like cause I'm country boy fresh
Dirty boots, dirty truck, where I
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch ima country boy
Bitch ima country boy
Spin the block my tractor I'm like fuck a phantom
Rocking my
You didn't see it coming ain't it
Yes sir
Heyo J boy get them youngins
Going country blood
We gotta keep it on a bad man level
You know
We gone
A handshake like before
Country ain't country no more
No, country ain't country no more
The back forty was sold to
Make up for hard times
Then sold by the half
to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music
Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
Truck bed full of country
Style playboy bunnies
And I stay turnt up like that biker bar
Stay crazy like that Monster Jam
My ass ain't signed by nobody but
attention
On the track riding my yz 85 baby
And it's bad as can be
On a wheelie when I pass by
Country boy providing for my family
Country boy I put on for
Squirrels and birds singin' country songs
Lovin' God heals the pain
Baptized by Mountain Rain
Holy moly save my souly
Bluegrass hick-hop country rock
as a god of
Superiority and absolute divinity
I'm significant
Marxism is being used by the left to
Ruin this country and I can
No longer sit and watch this
Ain't nobody gave me shit i'm from the sticks we out the country
Love some fish and grits we out the country
Got it out the mud best believe we out
style
I like my lovin', huggin', kissin' country style
It's the best by test wins by country mile
You don't know what you've missed
Just wait till you've
dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
It's a bow on a fiddle
It's whittling
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