Lyrics:
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in
yeah
I tear the club to pieces, hot lights
The Cara sun, heater heats
Mama fried, chicken grease
Drumstick, breasts and thighs
Bring out the paper
over the country club, yeah
(You're born in December, I'm born in June)
Under the chemtrails, over the country club, yeah
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is
club, yeah
(You're born in December, I'm born in June)
Under the chemtrails, over the country club, yeah
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is Moon
My Cancer is
over the country club, yeah
(You're born in December, I'm born in June)
Under the chemtrails, over the country club, yeah
My Cancer is Sun and my Leo is
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in
with a truck yeah
We can love it on up yeah
'Til the sun comes up yeah
And if you think this life I love is a little too country
Truck Yeah
Our
with a truck, yeah
We can love it on up, yeah
'Til the sun comes up, yeah
And if you think this life I love is a little too country
Truck yeah
Our
with a truck yeah
We can love it on up yeah
'Til the sun comes up yeah
And if you think this life I love is a little too country
Truck Yeah
Our
special, I ain't gon forget
You the best copilot, to ma litty corvette ayy
All my life, I've been solo ridin
Pull up at the club, MeGa be grindin
Too many
to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I'm addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed
the club with this hennessy
Everyday different enemy
Can't war with us me I dey find peace
I pray my country no go kill me
Doing this thing for no trophy
Nso
thing in common, the country heart and soul
Their members of the out back club
They don't back down and they dont give up
Their all living in
[Verse 1]
In the rolling green valleys where the sun shines bright
A wild bunch of cowboys and girls, dancing through the night
To the rhythm
Sun's going down, nothing new but a spiral
Speak your own truth, you don't even need a title
Everybody's famous, you just need to go viral
How could
got my go dawgs hat pulled way down low
Playing throw back country on the radio
Riding shotgun in my old ford truck
Down them ol back roads till the sun
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
Red sun coming up in the back of my truck outside the strip club she knows
What to do with those slim hips and big butt. Alchemy she dances so
This tha trip don't matter if you a blood
Or if you a crip this tha trip
Go have some fun making shit lit
This tha trip
Speed down the country roads
the flowers superfly
Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down
But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pyle
I'm Sergeant Slaughter
I
Throw your cut off's on
The sun is almost gone
There's something going down tonight
We'll be burning fires
We'll be kicking tyres
BYO - Oh box
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
Hit it
This ain't no disco
And it ain't no country club either
This is L.A.
All I want to do is have a little fun before I die
Says the man
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
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